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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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Dio Brando | JJBA: Phantom Blood | New Character

[personal profile] diefornothing 2025-05-10 02:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[He’s a noibat! Also, please check his info for opt out stuff.]


i. Arrivals

[Dio found his way out of the tunnels a while ago. For as difficult as it is to get used to his new form, his ability to echolocate made it surprisingly easy to navigate in the pitch dark. But just because he knows the way out doesn’t mean he’s taking it - it’s daytime outside, and he’s hesitant to find out the hard way whether his new body can handle the sunlight.]

(a) [Instead of going upward he trolls the tunnels, screeching occasionally to get a lay of the land and circling above other creatures as they try to find their way out. If he finds something small enough he’ll swoop down and use Supersonic at them, trying to addle their senses before he attacks properly.]

(b) [Eventually he gets his fill of violence, and makes it close to the entrance from the Southern Forest, finding a comfortable spot to rest on the floor of the tunnel. One of his wings was injured by a Pokemon below, so he isn’t able to fly up to the ceiling where he wants to be. He’s planning to wait there until night, but he doesn’t think he needs to sleep - so he’s happy to strike up a conversation with anyone passing through in one direction or the other.]

Be careful if you’re going down there… there’s something terrible happening to the animals that stay for too long.

ii. Under the Weather

[He didn’t mind the rain too much as a human or vampire, but as a bat it weighs him down too much to fly comfortably and muddles his echolocation. Dio is picky about his housing, and only accepts offers to stay in the Lum housing, but he acts gracious when he’s finally offered a ‘proper’ place to rest.

Unfortunately, he’s a terrible roommate. He doesn’t really need a bed, but he’ll come in and dry his fur on his roommate’s blankets before roosting on the ceiling. He’ll snoop through their things, although he’ll be careful to cover up his tracks, and valuables are likely to go missing if he’s left unattended. But he’s trying his best to be a good guest, he says, and it would be cruel of them to kick him out into the rain. What if he got a cold?

Worst of all, it turns out he does need to sleep - and he has a tendency to mutter pretty alarming things when he does.
]

[[ooc: feel free to ask for a light or heavy memory, or reply with one for Dio to experience! blanket CW for blood, gore, body horror, domestic violence, animal or human violence/death. heavy memories may include more specific CWs that i’ll list in the subject.]]

iii. The Archives

[More than anywhere else, this is where Dio wants to be. From the moment the Archives are opened, Dio pretty much only leaves to eat or sleep. The rest of the time he’s reading up on history, biology and laws as they relate to the Bay and the Pokemon in it. Folklore is less interesting, but as soon as he starts running out of the material he’s actually interested in he starts reaching for more and more fringe topics.

Type advantages are certainly interesting… as is information about his new form, the Noibat. They eat fruit, disappointingly, and aren’t able to digest meat or blood. That explains the stomachache he got after leaving the tunnels.

While he won’t seek out others, he doesn’t mind being approached for a conversation. Well, he does, but he won’t let it show. If someone tries to get his attention, he carefully lowers the tablet he’s reading and looks up.
]

Can I help you with something?

iv. Wildcard

[Feel free to toss anything at me! Or come poke me at [plurk.com profile] necromantica]
Edited 2025-05-10 14:37 (UTC)
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Emporio Alniño | JJBA: Stone Ocean | Old Character (Cubone, No Helmet)

[personal profile] seacub 2025-05-10 02:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[FROM TUNNELS TO THE DOCTOR]

[Emporio doesn't go out to the Southern Forest. It's not like he's scared or anything (he's totally not), he just doesn't think he'll be as helpful there as others can be.

So, while various Pokemon set off to help rescue any stragglers in the woods, Emporio instead takes his place in the Clinic with Dr. Denne to do what little help he can. Handling intake records, delivering basic medications, checking in on people's health. So on, so forth.

Intake is especially important right now though, as this whole matter of people arriving from other realities is becoming uncomfortably common- and with a few having fallen into deep sleeps or even comas, there's a need to keep track of details.
] Okay...

I need your name, and...some basic information. How familiar you feel with your body and surroundings, that kind of thing.

[RAIN CHECK]

[Rain- or showers, at least- are not especially dire for Emporio if he plays his cards correctly. While ground types are of course weak to water, he does still have to get clean somehow, and hydrate somehow, and it's clear that fresh and clean water doesn't leave as hard a mark on him. He still has to be more careful about it, but it's fine.

That all means that the incoming downpour has been particularly troubling for Emporio though, so when Anasui presents him with a little rain poncho he purchased, the cubone is more than elated.

He wishes he could feel as elated about everything else, though. Specifically, about the state of his small home, which has now abruptly gained...bonus occupants.

Temporarily of course. But with Anasui clambering in there every night to stay near, it's a bit more like a sardine can.
] Uhhh...

[Still, he's gonna attempt to be a good host.] So...is everything comfortable?

[STORMY MOODS]

[[OOC - This prompt will vary according to who tags in; either tag in with an empty tag and a header specifying a Light or Dark memory (and if you're comfortable with spoilers for Emporio's canon), OR you can tag outright with a memory Emporio receives from your character. Enjoy, and feel free to contact me at discord (@ usagisquared) or plurk ([plurk.com profile] usagisquared) if you want to plan things with more detail!]]

[THE ARCHIVES GUIDE]

[As a member of the Lum Guild, Emporio naturally gets to pull a few shifts as a voluntary 'Librarian' for the Archives. He hasn't read everything in the public Archives of course- beyond the fact that no pokemon save Polteageist likely has, he's only been here so long and he's only really focused on a small section of the library.

But he's damn good at showing people around that particular section, and so he gestures to a shelf of clay tablets.
] ...and these ones here focus on different species of Pokemon. General things- what most prefer for their habitats, their diets, and so on. It's really useful in learning to adapt.

[He says, keeping his cubone helmet Off, and strapped to his back like a weird bag.]

[RECORDS MAKING]

[All work and no play makes Emporio a very shut-in child, so the cubone is more often than not hunted down and convinced into one of the meeting rooms to participate in a few socializing activities. He's not the best at them, but that's more because of a lack of worldly experience and his own social awkwardness, than any true unwillingness. Which is good, because he can't imagine anyone would be thrilled if he dug his heels in on anything.

This current game is at least interesting, though, and he thinks he might have it in the bag. Which is a mean thought to have, but well-
]

Never have I ever...gone to school.

[In his defense, it's Really easy.]
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courier six (perrin) | fallout: new vegas

[personal profile] shotinhead 2025-05-10 02:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Rain rain, go away;

[ This month, Perrin was still feeling shaken from the events in the forest. He was still having his quiet mental breakdown. Focus, Perrin. Focus! But you will find him, if you look a bit too soaked, a bit of a frown on his... uh, well. Dragonite don't have lips. On his face! ]

Come stay with me.

[ It's not a question, as his wings flap a few times - trying to dry off. There's an odd warmth from the wings - while he doesn't realise it, it's the beginnings of learning Heat Wave. ]

Least for a night. There's room.

--

The Water Cycle;

[ Perrin has mentioned, off-handedly, that he sometimes has mental health issues. Sometimes has struggles with his own mind - even if he hasn't explained everything. But perhaps now you'll figure out more, as you see his memories. Tag with the sort of tone you want from a memory!

Or give Perrin a memory to experience. He will cope the best he can. I swear. ]


--

Records Keeping;

[ Unlike many others, Perrin seems at home at the archives - though that doesn't mean you won't find him at classes. No, he seems to be attending classes, even if he's been at them before. But he's also there with a smirk as he stands by one of the walls. ]

They want us to do some speaking, learning about each other? Well, why not truth or dare? 'course, long as the dare doesn't involve Russian Roulette.
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Flowey | Undertale | Sunkern

[personal profile] friendlyflower 2025-05-10 04:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[OOC: Flowey is a Sunkern.]

From Tunnels Deep

[Flowey awakens to find his body has been transformed against his will. It's not the first time.

Realizing he's underground, but not in The Underground he knew, Flowey proceeds through the tunnels with extreme caution. He doesn't recognize the creatures that want to attack him, but he can tell from his still-limbless new body that he won't stand a chance, so he avoids them at all costs.

The fog above ground is somehow even less desirable. He feels phantom limbs that he hasn't had in a long, long time, even before he was Flowey. He sees smiles from someone he thought was long gone. He feels his sins crawling on his back. Terrified, he does something he hasn't in a long time-- he cries out for help.
]

H-hey! Someone, anyone?! Hello?! Is anyone there? Get me out of here!

Under the Weather

[He's quiet as the doctors poke and prod him, hoping that the rain masks the fact that he was crying. Along the way, he realizes that his new form is just as small and weak as his flower body was. Golly, that's just great.

Once he's in the Lum temporary housing, though, he seems to have calmed down. This has to be a new world entirely. There's monsters everywhere, but not the monsters he knew. He needs to find out more. Knowledge is his only weapon.
]

Howdy! I heard this place has a lot of archives. Mind showing me the way?

The Water Cycle

[Memories swirl all around him. The scent of butterscotch-cinnamon pie, the laugh of his former best friend and adoptive sibling, a hug and forgiveness from a new friend at the end of it all-- and many, many more dark ones. Visions of himself tearing people apart, an endless cycle of death and stagnation he can't escape from, and achieving apotheosis for a glorious moment only to have it come crashing down as painfully as possible.]

[OOC: Like others, I would love to explore this one, but there are many possibilities for memories from Flowey. Please feel free to reach out to me 'andreabandrea' on Discord or 'friendlyflower' on Plurk. I'm still new to the latter (as well as Dreamdwidth), so please excuse any mistakes.]

The Archives

[Finally, someplace in this world that isn't miserable. At least, so far.

With no practical way to turn pages, he sticks to the stone tablets, gathering all the information he can. It seems that the monsters call themselves 'Pokemon', and he's now something called a 'Sunkern'. This new universe must be mocking him.

There's only so much he can learn from books. He turns to the nearest person and tries to strike up conversation, keeping his voice low.
]

Golly, there's a lot to learn about this new world, huh? I haven't even started reading about 'guilds' yet. How are you getting your bearings, pal?
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Firepaw | Warrior Cats | Current Character

[personal profile] firealone 2025-05-10 05:27 pm (UTC)(link)
i. Arrivals

(a) [Every time that newcomers arrive, Firepaw is the first to jump up and volunteer to help. He was swimming into the ocean to pull lost Pokemon from the water, tracking through the forest to guide them back to the city, and now he’s picking his way through the tunnels in search of anyone who needs him. It’s dark down here, uncomfortably so, but sight is a secondary sense for a cat - he can track down Pokemon by their scent and sound, and calls out every so often when he smells or hears someone unfamiliar.]

Hello, can you hear me? Follow my voice, I can help you get back to the surface!

(b) [Eventually, though, the repeated trips into the tunnels without proper breaks start to get to him. The fog has very little to dig into - his paws are his own, his tail is his own, the only things that feel out of place are his bushy Litten whiskers, the blue bandana around his neck and the burning pit in his stomach. But still, his memories of home feel further away than they already have for the last few moons.

Something moves too close to him, and he lets out a panicked Ember in response. It creates enough light to see him for a moment - bristled up, eyes wide and pupils shrunken to tiny slits. He looks feral.
]

ii. Under the Weather

[Firepaw, like every cat, has always hated the rain. He’s always sluggish on rainy days, but the ThunderClan dens never had perfect roofs, so being rained on in his sleep is nothing new. Still, he tries to move his nest to the safest spot he can find, and spends a lot of his time indoors or in bed while he tries to wait it out.

Those in the Cheri guild (or in town, since he naps pretty often throughout the day) will frequently hear him speaking to cats from home in his sleep - Graypaw, Ravenpaw, Bluestar and Lionheart are the most common - but he’ll also frequently wiggle in ways that make it obvious he’s hunting. Occasionally, during stormy weather, he’ll be returned to his nightmare from the Southern Forest, and may be heard begging Tigerclaw to please stop… something.

He tries to keep to himself during stormy weather - he’s afraid of the thunder, anyway. But during drizzles and mist, he’ll seek out his friends to speak to or try to check on anyone who seems like they need it. He isn’t sure how much he can provide, but he has to try.
]

[[ ooc: feel free to ask for a light or heavy memory, or reply with one for Firepaw to experience! blanket CW for animal violence/death, and possible spoilers for the first book of Warrior Cats. ]]

iii. The Archives

[Firepaw has picked up the ability to read since coming to Bottlecap Bay, although he doesn’t find it very interesting. Anything longer than a signpost makes his eyes glaze over, and he would rather be doing anything else than sorting through tablets.

But after rescuing Drakloak out of the ocean, Firepaw hasn’t been able to shake the memory of the huge shadow moving through the water under his team. The idea that it was a Pokemon has been bothering him a lot - animals have no business being that big, and he isn’t sure he wants to be on the team that ultimately deals with it, but he does want to help in whatever way he can.

So while he doesn’t want to study alone, Firepaw will definitely sit with others who are researching Pokemon, and speak to them while they read the actual words.
]

Are all the Pokemon that live in the ocean Water-type?

iv. Wildcard

[Feel free to toss whatever at him, or poke me at [plurk.com profile] necromantica for plotting.]
Edited 2025-05-10 17:53 (UTC)
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Till | Alien Stage | New Player (Mightyena)

[personal profile] foreversembrace 2025-05-10 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[CW: Till's canon Alien Stage deals with some pretty heavy topics, so please check those out here and do not hesitate to opt out/avoid tagging if necessary! Will also contain spoilers for ALNST, particularly Round 6 which is where I'm pulling him from]

A) From Tunnels Deep PT 1 | OTA

[It's easy to assume that, for whatever reason, he's died.

It wouldn't make sense that HE died, given the immediate aftermath of the last thing he remembers being his opponent throwing his life away to save his own, but it's all Till can do to explain away the amount of excruciating pain he's in. Maybe they finally just decided enough was enough, and his arrogance and insistence on continuing to exist causing one of the most popular singers on the stage to perish was just too much for the masses to handle.

Till is talented, but he isn't worth that. He's never been worth that.

And when the oblivion comes, it's...blissful. Calming, even. The feelings and thoughts of despair cannot compare to what he thinks on a daily basis, which is really saying something when you get down to it. A misery like no other clouds his day-to-day, to the point where maybe fading into obscurity wouldn't be so bad after all.

...

But that isn't what fate has in store, oh no. The pain returns, like his consciousness refusing to finally die, clawing back to life surrounded by dark, damp dirt and rock. His eyes blink open blearily, and to the other Pokemon here- newcomer and rescuer alike- he'll seem like your average Mightyena on the surface if it weren't for the smooth, white collar clasped around his neck with a glowing red light at his throat. There's a brand on his neck, just barely visible glinting under the collar, but it isn't possible to make out what it says.

And the moment anyone gets too close, a sharp, green eye snaps open with alarm.

He's on his feet within seconds, only to immediately flop back over because when you suddenly go from two legs to four, it's difficult to figure out exactly how to work them. He lets out a ripping growl from his chest he didn't know he was capable of, every hair standing straight on end as his claws dig at the earth in a frantic attempt to stand upright, eyes darting about wildly.]


Where- where the fuck-!? What's happening-??

[Where...is he?

What did that DO to him?]


B) From Tunnels Deep PT 2 | OTA

[If being somehow shoved into the body of an alien wasn't bad enough, he's being aggressed by other, much smaller ones in the tunnels with him. But they've made the mistake of attacking someone much larger than them. Someone far, far less willing to back off, even if he doesn't know how to control himself just yet.

Anyone rounding the corner will hear the sounds of growling like no other echoing off the walls, shadows dancing across them as Till uses his claws to try and beat the Dugtrio and Diglett back from attacking him, but really without any understanding of how to use his own abilities, he's really just uselessly slashing with his claws. He could bite them, he thinks, but he's unwilling to get that close...and now it seems like it might be too late, with the way he's been backed into a corner. Outnumbered.]


C) Under the Weather | OTA

[It will be a couple days before Till is finally...freaking out marginally less about everything, but that honestly isn't saying much. He trusts no one and seems startled by the slightest movement of other Pokemon nearby, which would be comical coming from a fully evolved Pokemon if he weren't obviously so new. So new, in fact, that he's just...

Out in the rain. Till's apparent refusal to accept any of the lodgings offered to him is evident by the way he'll growl at anyone who passes by or comes near him, the fur along the back of his neck and shoulders bristling...as best it can with how wet he is, anyway. He seems to have found some kind of shelter in the form of some foilage, but it's not doing him much good when the ground is already so wet and muddy.]
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Siffrin (Start Again) | In Stars And Time | Current (Shinx)

[personal profile] loopsiedaisy 2025-05-10 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[[Pre-emptive warning that most CWs in Siffrin's permissions/opt out post could come up in any of these threads! Tldr: negative self-talk, self-harm, suicidal ideation, dissociation... and ofc, spoilers.]]

[It's your memories! You have, theoretically, so many to choose from!]
[Memory of Puns]
You said a bad pun to a new friend once. He laughed so hard you thought he was going to make himself pass out, and you realized: you didn't know who you were, but that's who you wanted to be. Someone who could make people laugh. You started building yourself into a person instead of an aimless drifter because of him, didn't you...?

[Memory of Campfire]
It rained earlier today, and the sparse forest trees offered barely any protection; it's a good thing it's not colder, because everyone's still trying to dry out. The Kid is watching a pot of stew bubbling over the fire with the serious intensity that only a preteen could muster. You, the Fighter, and the Housemaiden are teasing each other over the way you reacted when the rain started - after a few minutes, the Researcher rolls her eyes, then roasts all three of you with a comment out of nowhere. (You know she's not actually that annoyed.)
Your stomach rumbles. You're hungry, and you can't wait to drop into your sleeping bag and sleep for ten hours straight. (You are absolutely not going to sleep for ten hours; if you're very lucky, you'll get eight before you have to keep moving.)
Tomorrow the Housemaiden will ask you if you're really okay with following her on a dangerous, probably hopeless quest like this one, and you'll answer honestly that this is the happiest you can remember being.

[Memory of Eternity (cw: violence, death)]
This memory has been burned into you like the sun burns across the sky.
You fight the King. You die, choking on your own blood. You loop back the last few hours, you listen to your friends say the same lines over again, and you pretend nothing is wrong. You fight the King. You're snuffed out, frozen in time. You loop back. You fight the King. You die, chest caved in. You loop back. You fight the King. You die, and you die, and you die.
You try very hard to make sure that it's always you dying first, now. The times you lie there, still conscious, and hear the King slamming someone else's body into the floor, over and over -
You loop back. You listen to the sad unchanging puppets of your friends say the same lines, for the thousandth time. You die. You loop back. You die. You loop back. You die.
You're so tired. You're not sure how long you can keep doing this, but it doesn't matter,
because
            there's
                            no
                                            way
                                                                          out

[Memory of - it's gone, it's gone, it's gone!! (cw: spoilers)]
This is not a memory. It's an empty void where a memory should be. You try and you try to remember your home, your family, the stars, anything, and the more you grasp for it the more it slips through your fingers. All that's left behind is a headache and no idea what you were just talking about.

[Memory of Giving Up (cw: spoilers; link is just for the first 6 seconds of video)]
Chomp.
Humans aren't meant to eat stars. You feel yourself burning away from the inside out, the heat of a blazing inferno and the ice cold of space all together at once, tearing out through your chest and throat -
It's remarkably similar to the pain of arriving in Bottlecap Bay, actually...

[[All of these memories will be in grayscale. Feel free to kidnap any of these over to your threads with other people too!]]

[Closed to Firepaw, prior to or roughly around May 10th]
[There's a bedraggled wet Shinx perched somewhere really out of the way in the Canopy, in a corner basically nobody ever goes. And for good reason - the branches up here are spindly and delicate. It's kind of a miracle they're supporting Siffrin's weight, no matter how dextrous and careful the Shinx has been while climbing.]

[Siffrin thinks so too. Maybe the branches will just snap, if the rain gets going any harder? Hahaha, that'd probably be for the better! The immediate reason they fled up here is because they couldn't stand to see people, but -]

[Their drooped ears twitch, without ever actually fully raising. There's someone else climbing up the tree. Siffrin heaves themself to their feet from the limp pile they were in, draped across a row of branches, and bristles. They take a step back - there's a snapping sound from one of the branches below their feet, and they halt and freeze.]

[Even aside from the general soaked cat appearance, their fur looks scruffy and matted. Like they haven't groomed themself after their ill-fated forest exploration, or at any point since then.]

[Water Cycle]

[Throughout the month, after the new arrivals have started to show up and even once the effects of the rain have been figured out, Siffrin can be found running around outside. Doing quests, guiding new arrivals back to the archives, volunteering to be the first outside if someone mentions having forgotten something...]

[It's kind of hard to tell if they're doing it because they're just that determined to help out or distract themself, if they're consciously being self-destructive, if they think that because their memory is already full of holes a bit more can't hurt, or if they're using it as an excuse to avoid talking. Maybe a little bit of everything! Whatever the reason, they do seem oddly, unsettlingly intense about it... and, simultaneously, distant from people. If you actually get them talking, they eventually focus, but let them stay silent for long enough and they zone right back out. Like they're just going through the motions.]

[It does make them very easy prey for being zapped with someone else's memory. Or for shedding one of theirs.]

[[Toss me a scenario where Siffrin would've run across your character and a memory for them to get, or steal one of theirs!]]


[Records Keeping]

[At some point someone finally bullies or sits on Siffrin long enough to force them to stay inside. (And stop frying their brain and emotional capacity.) They try to do some reading and studying first, but they really don't trust their ability to figure anything meaningful out, and... honestly, they've always struggled to read most languages, for whatever reason.]

[(They know the reason, now. They're not thinking about it.)]

[So it's not long before their head hurts enough for them to stop making any progress. They retire in frustration to the archive meeting rooms.]

[The trouble is: they really don't want to talk about themself. So all things considered... Twenty Questions feels like the safest best.]


...okay, I have something.

[Or maybe they're the one guessing something you thought of? In which case, their first question is:]

Is it something made by people? [They mean Pokemon, too, when they say that, but that's not to say someone else couldn't misinterpret it!]

[Wildcard]

[[PM or poke me at [plurk.com profile] stocke!]]
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Luigi | Super Mario Bros. | Newbie (Frillish)

[personal profile] negativezone 2025-05-11 05:03 pm (UTC)(link)
From Tunnels Deep

"Marrrrriiooooooo...!"

The high-pitched cry of a name rings out as a particularly long (or is it tall), stretched, shiny Frillish wanders the caverns, looking extremely anxious. First he was plagued by dreams and horrible pain, and now he's awoken in this strange place. Oddly, he doesn't seem too plussed about being transformed into another creature...you'd be surprised at how often that sort of thing happens to him! It's really sort of common!

"Marrriiiooooo!" he calls out again. "Are you-a out there? Please-a answer me if you are...? I'll even take-a Professor Gadd...this is one-a your experiments, right...?"

Eventually, his pitiful cries draw the attention of the Diglett and Dugtrio, and the Frillish waves to them nervously. "Oh...hello," he says, warily. "Have-a you seen my brother Mario? He looks-a lot like me...only shorter, and a lot-a more brave? If he's-a changed, he's probably the same-a as me, only more-a red!"

The Mole Pokemon, of course, respond by attacking. Luigi, who has no idea of his new form's abilities, lets out a scream as he starts to flee. How does he even move that fast, Frillish only has a base speed of 40! Nevertheless, his screams carry throughout the cavern, as do the sounds of the attacks the Diglett and Dugtrio launch towards him.

Eventually, Luigi does manage to escape...and the anxiety gets to him. He retreats into himself, crying pitifully. Being a water type, this means ocular gushers coming out of his eyes as he wails, wrapped up in his own horrible pitiful fears and anxieties, even as memories slip away from him...he can't even remember what he's afraid

Nevertheless, as those memories leave Luigi, they would flow into anyone who approaches him: memories of being snatched from the stork by an evil wizard before he could even see his parents, and being rescued by a brave dinosaur; the first time he helped his brother save a princess from an evil turtle king; kart racing with friends, foes, and rivals; saving his brother from an evil ghost; having a clone made of him that was made of green goo and tasted like coffee...; turning into an elephant...

Just who is this guy exactly?!


Under the Weather (catch-all)

Somehow, Luigi made it out of the tunnels alive. And now, with the rainfall?

He's actually doing well! Being a Water type, and one with a moist, semi-incorporeal form, all this hydration is lifting his otherwise bleak and anxious spirits! He's hydrated! He's thriving! Literally in his element!

"This is great-a!" he'll exclaim to anyone he meets. "I haven't-a felt this good since before I arrived! But-a, could-a anyone tell me exactly...where I am?"

Once the thunder and lightning starts, however, Luigi is a lot less happy. There's such a thing as too much water (thank you for the meme, IGN), and it's like a Water type's innate fear of lightning has activated in him. Luigi can be found screaming in the streets, running for cover, his memories literally flowing out of his head to anybody close enough to receive them.

In this case? They're all memories of what Luigi considers terrifying things. Bowser. Boos. King Boo. Dry Bones. The Piranha Plants that are somehow skeletons like the Dry Bones (why plant have bone in it?!) Terrifying heights! That one nightmare he had about being eaten by Yoshi that one time! This guy is literally defined by his fears, people.

You both may have a tough time of it.


Wildcard

[ Hit me up at [plurk.com profile] Tyranno! ]
Edited 2025-05-11 17:10 (UTC)
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Technus | Danny Phantom | Newbie (Rotom)

[personal profile] technusrulez 2025-05-11 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Arrivals: From Tunnels Deep

[Technus wakes up dazed and confused. For a moment he floats there, thinking he's still in the Ghost Zone, but then his mind catches up with him.

He's underground. There's no underground in the Ghost Zone.

His body's different, too- smaller, more compact. His arms- are they arms?- are different. There's a horn on his head. He blinks a few times, and that shocks him too, as he hasn't had eyes in a few years.

Did he die again? Is this some kind of after-afterlife?

But there's no time for wondering, as he has to get out of here. The fog is clinging to him, and it feels like it's grabbing him, and he yells as he floats top speed through the tunnels.]


HEY! GET OFF ME! I, TECHNUS, WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS!

Under the Weather: Rain Rain, Go Away

[The doctor checks him over at the clinic, and Technus stays there, and he waits. His new form is familiar enough to him- the electricity coursing through him, the incorporeal nature- but it's rather difficult to do some things.

The doctor asks him to sit down, and Technus realizes his new body is physically incapable of it. So, that's a problem.

Once he's settled into temporary housing at the Oran Guild, he stops and tries to figure out how the hell he got here, and into this body. He paces back and forth mid-air, mumbling to himself.]


Under the Weather: The Water Cycle.

[Most people would see the thunder and lightning of the storm as something to be wary of. Technus is not one of those people. He zips out into the rain and twirls around, cackling as the thunder booms, energized by the electricity.

But the rain's effects soon kick in, and he can be found floating slightly above the ground, staring blankly at the sky. His memories become scattered.]

[His death, electricity coursing through him, the glory of it all. Stomping through Amity Park in a giant mecha, heedless of the damage he's causing. Several months alone, in the dark, stuck in a game he didn't know how to escape from. The Cybertron Mega Computer, and his delight when he finally cracked the firewall.]


[OOC: Tag with the sort of tone you want from a memory, or give Technus a memory to experience!]

The Archives: Records Keeping

[Technus spends his time in the archives just floating in front of the shelves, frowning. If anyone comes by, he'll yell over to them, gesturing to the shelf with one lightning-limb.]

YOU MIND HELPING ME GET SOMETHING OFF THE SHELF? I WOULD DO IT MYSELF, BUT...

[He waggles his lightning-limbs.]

...I AM STILL GETTING USED TO THESE THINGS.
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Firoza Istus | Final Fantasy XIV (OC) | Current Player, OTA unless noted

[personal profile] bladeofnymeia 2025-05-12 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
A - Brain Fog (Heavensward, Shadowbringers, and Dawntrail spoilers possible, respectively)

[Gods, again? There's Pokemon lost in the forest again? And in the Southern Forest, too - they aren't anywhere near prepared to tackle it properly yet, but Firoza goes in anyway, bandana tight around her snout and a prototype satchel of various berries carried with her. Specifically the ones that help with confusion, but some for other status effects, and HP-restoring ones too, even if she doesn't know that's what an Oran or Sitrus Berry does.

She has to help others. She has to.]


Are you alright? I can help you out of the forest - to a safe place, with kind creatures. This I swear.

[The longer she's in there, though, some scattered memories might press up into your mind, just as yours might press into hers. Maybe y'all better move on to that safe place she mentioned?

(Also yes I know these are all different Warriors of Light, shhhh)]


B - Rain Check: Cheri Berry Guild

Apologies - I know you've just arrived. But, could you help me patch some of these gaps?

[Firoza is doing her best to keep the sleeping quarters of the Cheri Berries dry...ish. Not just for herself or guildmates, but for the new arrivals unceremoniously shoved into this place as well. It's just...the rain's so bad. The rain is so bad. The moment you think you have one area secured from downpour, a new leak crashes through another, and it's hard to keep up with it by oneself, especially as a tiny little Nidoran. Luckily, Firoza has some things to help that she's been stockpiling - waxy, sturdy leaves and felt pressed from donated wool and fur. It's going to cut into her satchel-making plans...but it'd be better to be less damp, it really would. No one likes a soggy bed.

That being said, you could just tell her no and see where that gets you.]


C - Record Keeping

[Training their brains, huh...?

It isn't that Firoza is slow or unable to learn things. She's just not Learned, in the traditional sense, and it has always been a sort of quiet sting in the back of her mind. You would think that becoming the champion and primary combatant in a group of eccentric warrior scholars with the equivalent of PhDs in their respective fields would make that hurt more, but the Scions never made her feel foolish. Not once. They all worked together to put their knowledge to use, answered each other's questions, and cared, genuinely, for each other. Their presence is home to her.

It makes their lack of presence in the Lum Berry Archives all the more sad. Twelve above, they'd be so interested in everything here.

For her part, Firoza is practicing her letters in the alphabet of the Pokemon, taking the time to relearn to read...or at least get used to the sensation of strange symbols making sense. She is sticking to simple fairy tales, the kind a child would read, with small words and easy concepts - and no restrictions on their access.]


Some of these Pokemon would immediately be feared as Primals if brought to Eorzea - Calamity-inducing Primals at that. Or maybe they are more like the auspices of the Far East? Or the Tural Vidraal? Hm...

[Just say a bunch of concepts no one is familiar with, at a normal talking volume that'll get you shushed faster than any speeding librarian could do - this is obviously the way to make new friends.]
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Goro Akechi | Persona 5 Royal | Rookidee | Current Character

[personal profile] truthdecided 2025-05-12 01:34 pm (UTC)(link)
From Tunnels Deep:

[Akechi hasn't spent a great deal of time in the Southern Forest. That changes today. It has to, so he can ready himself for the trials ahead. He remembers Firoza's post, remembers the warnings of the fog. As he makes his way down, Akechi can't help but marvel at some of the ruins and their untold history. There's a story here. A reason why this civilization is long buried, undiscovered until recently...

But that's not why he's here.

The fog creeps through the tunnels. He's covered his beak with a cloth mask to try and minimize its psychological effects, but that can't account for the rest of his body. That uncomfortable clinging, a tingling in his mind, as foreign memories ripple all around him...

Some of his own memories may even leak out unwittingly...

But he tries to ignore. Tries to follow the memories, eyes on the prize.

Any newcomers may find a scowling Rookidee approaching, even daring to fend off some of the Dugtrio with surprise Drill Pecks or Scary Face to slow down their frankly ridiculous movements.

It's also possible to get a memory. Mention the tone and how comfortable you are with Persona 5 Royal Spoilers! This applies to the other memory prompts. Just keep in mind that some of Akechi's memories get very heavy and deal with murder, parental suicide, parental sex work, manipulation, and abuse.]


Under the Weather:

[Akechi hates this rain. It's bad enough that the Oran base already has issues with floods and leaks, but now? In their communal rooms, so close to the waterfront?

In the Oran base, he can be found trying to stack extra twigs and stones and other assorted objects to elevate his and Ren's shared bed and shaking off his little feet when the water splashes them. His feathers are a bit fluffed up, but he is determined to get this done!

Of course, he can't just stay in the den, despite the ridiculous weather. He's a bird. He needs to fly! Moreover, it's an opportunity to survey the surroundings and get more supplies.

Perhaps you'll see him awkwardly carrying an umbrella in his beak, or a basket full of snacks to minimize unnecessary trips later. Eventually, he sets up his goodies around the nest, defending it from the unexpected guests.]


Sleep wherever you like except here. This space is strictly reserved for Ren and myself.

[...Yes, he's a territorial little guy.]

The Water Cycle:

[Akechi should stay inside. Storms are hazardous for birds. He knows his type combinations. Lightning is not ideal...

But restlessness compels him to investigate. This is abnormal rain. It isn't right.

He tries to stay low to the ground, to duck under awnings and overhangs and carefully carry his umbrella.

But something's wrong. Something's WRONG.

His thoughts wander. His eyes drift to the sky. Memories flow in and out...

He ends up aimlessly wandering.

Perhaps someone nearby will unwittingly pick up on his memories. Perhaps foreign memories will invade his mind in turn...

Or perhaps someone will drag him back inside.

Specify the tone of the memory you want and heed the earlier warnings!]


Records Keeping:

[This is exactly what Akechi has been waiting for.

Knowledge, right there for him to access. A chance to investigate. To prove himself! He'll show that Polteageist that even Oran houses sharp minds.

And so, Akechi can be found piling up the stone tablets and perusing them with an intensity that rivals the fearsome lightning raging outside. One might worry that he's so focused on studying that he's not taking breaks to eat very often. Food can wait. It's knowledge time!

That being said, he can be spotted listening in on classes and lectures, learning how to write his own clay tablets, and even sharing his own findings from throughout his assorted missions.]


Perhaps the most daunting sight was that of an immense, aquatic silhouette swimming beneath us. Drakloak-san said that they heard someone ordering the larger Pokémon to attack... Based on my readings, I have to wonder if perhaps it was a Dondozo, but without having seen one up close, it's rather difficult to say.

Regardless, the rise of aggressive, irrational Pokémon is cause for alarm. The spores in the Northern Forest and the fog in the south both seem indicative of larger threats. And now, even the Pokémon in the city aren't safe...

[It's a worrisome sign, to be sure.]
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Astrid Hofferson | How To Train Your Dragon | New Character [Tinkaton]

[personal profile] stormy_skies 2025-05-13 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
A: Arrivals

[Astrid is trying to make her way out of the tunnels by following the wall. It's slow going, what with having to fight off these odd moles every so often, but at least she has a weapon to fight them off with. A surprisingly sturdy one despite being constructed in a way that would give her boyfriend and his mentor fits if they ever saw it.]

This would be going so much faster if these legs weren't so short. If I ever get my hands on Loki I'm going to throttle him, god or not.

[For what else could this transformation be other than an act of the gods?]

B: Water Cycle

[Hit me up with a tag asking for a light or dark memory]

C: The Archives

[Astrid hasn't had a lot of time to get the lay of the land so far. Even if she had she knew some of the explanation wouldn't really make sense unless she had a good base if knowledge to work from. So she's knee-deep in studying the basics. Learning what she can do and having a decent idea of what she'll potentially have to deal with can only help in the future.]

So...Fairy-types are strong against Dragons. That's a little ironic.
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Rei Todoroki | My Hero Academia

[personal profile] rindouweed 2025-05-16 02:56 am (UTC)(link)

An Alolan Ninetails with many burns across her body.
She is from Chapter 431+ MHA.
If you do not want spoilers, please let me know ahead of time.
All comments are screened here, so you can leave a comment there.
✱ i. arrivals
[ The dainty paws along where her feet and hands should be, distract her for several minutes. Staring there at them, frozen as if time had completely stopped. The agonizing pain she had felt sometime before all this had left her to wake anew with a warm feeling of hope - it felt like a fire. A warm blue flame that attracted her, and when she awoke, she awoke here with her eyes staring down onto the floor at two paws and then further down at two more.

I must be dreaming.


A slight fear held tight in her chest when she thought that she had truly fallen into a new psychosis. The fear of thinking that she wouldn't be able to see her children again, because something new was wrong with her.

At first, she steps awkwardly, nearly tripping over herself time and time again, feeling the way her backside felt far heavier than the rest. When she realizes that she has a tail, so many in fact. Rei sits there with herself, feeling the cool mist along her haunches and on the bottoms of her paws and the floor beneath her. ]


What am I?

[ She quietly asks the warm feeling of hope, that had left her. ]

𝐀 The Mist

[ Rei Todoroki, was a Himura once. She knows Ice. Was gifted with the Quirk to control Ice, but since her very birth, was raised to understand her use would only be to continue the family line. She never practised with it, outside of the small features of ice she would make on her own, or how she would sit out in the cold quietly, utterly undeterred.

She knows Ice, but not like this - the cool air all around her, unbeknownst to her, is from her doing. The mist that scatters becomes thicker as she panics, seeing silhouettes of beings all around her. She means to scatter away, huffing as her paws patter upon the rocky floor. A panic manifests in a way that itself cannot be undone until she recognizes it is her own. The thicker the mist becomes, the more she thinks she sees, the more panicked she becomes - Rei tries to run, might even lash out, she is afraid and alone. Unsure of what to do. ]


𝐁 Memories

[ You don't want these memories, not because they are ugly, or because you see the horrors of what made the Todoroki Family who they were, but because they are happy and full of joy. They are Rei's memories, the fondness she has for each of her children—the memories of a mother who loves.

Fuyumi, gentle child, her darling daughter. The memories she has of her are moments where she plays around with toys, and always looks up at Rei with a smile. These days were easiest for her; these days, there were no expectations, no need to be something they could not be. They were children, and she let them play just as they should.

Natsuo was so hard-headed, and made Rei smile so much. He and Fuyumi were born so close in age, so the moments always shared with Fuyumi were inevitably always shared with him too. He was an earnest boy who was not shy about letting his little sister know how he felt or even Rei if she was being too much. It was funny then, even if they weren't what he wanted.

Oh. But the way Toya looks up at her with his excited eyes, looking so much like her and nothing like his father - - - that worries her. She hopes he will be exactly what his father needs. She loves him so much, loves the way he awkwardly smiles, loves the way he prances around excitedly, she loves the way he tries the hardest out of all of them to be something his father wants him to be.

Shoto - - there are so few memories. In fact, she isn't sure if he ever existed... Did she have four children or did she only have three? If you find her around like this, she is panicking, unable to understand what is going on. How can she remember the son she spent so little time with - ]


No I had another son, I had another son - I did. [ She assures whoever ends up with her - ] You do not understand.

✱ ii. under the weather
RAIN RAIN, GO AWAY
      Feel free to add THE WATER CYCLE to this in our thread.

[ In any area around her, it just starts to snow; due to this, she often just stays off to the side on her own. Quietly watching from a distance, she doesn't mind it. Especially since she is trying to understand what the promise of this dream entails. Her tail is fluffy and settled behind her in a comfortable way. The snow shifts from rain into flakes as they come close to her, laying her coat with a light powdered snow.

If she sleeps she - just stays somewhere outside. She's come to learn she is always warm and comfortable, also that... Her tails are really comfy. ]

✱ iii. the archives
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RECORDS KEEPING
[ Any time she picks up a book, Rei just finds herself falling asleep. She does try to read, but there's something about the atmosphere and watching the world around her pass her by that makes her instead often nod off to sleep. ]

✱ iv. wildcard


[ I was going to join a while ago with another character but I recently wanted to try Rei. I think she could flourish in a setting like this, so I'm here to see how she fares in the TDM. You can contact me on her opt/perms post or [plurk.com profile] witchcess. Please Be Aware that Rei's entire life deals with domestic abuse, and often it might come up! I'll tag accordingly. ]
Edited 2025-05-16 02:57 (UTC)
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Bigby Wolf | The Wolf Among Us | New Character

[personal profile] wolfcut 2025-05-17 07:13 am (UTC)(link)

A Morpeko✨, albeit slightly shaggier and somehow much less endearing. Looks like he's in need of a drink.

i. arrivals
[ From wolf to man to something in between – Bigby isn't exactly lacking in the transformation department – and yet fate somehow decided to drop him in as this, some rodent-like creature, all together too small and measly to even be considered much of a meal. He'd laugh if he wasn't reeling from the searing pain just moments before. Still getting his bearings, he examines himself, his surroundings, only to muster up one word: ]

... Shit.

(a.) Hey. [ A voice that gruff should not be coming from a creature this small, and yet here he is, calling out to the figure ahead of him. It's different from the others, he thinks, the scent of the underground strangely absent. His nose might not be as strong as before, but he knows how to use it.]

Either talk now, or get out of my way.

(b.) [ It's been more than a few hours since he exited the tunnels, worse for wear from experiencing a type disadvantage firsthand. The effects of the fog are starting to set in, as is the latent ability he doesn't know he has. After a while, the hunger becomes persistent, loud, consuming the entirety of his thoughts until he loses himself to it entirely. The transformation is sudden but quick, that hunger now turning into anger at anything – or anyone – he may come across. ]

ii. under the weather
(a.) [ Somehow, he manages to find himself under the care of the clinic. The effects of the fog have gone, his temperament now settled back into something a little more reasonable. His caretakers remain cautious, however, not yet willing to let him leave their supervision. An Audino stops by again, handing him a plate of berries with some hesitation. ]

Oh, for fuck’s sake. More food?

(b.) [ At first, these memories seem as though lifted from a fairy tale. There's flashes of Red Riding Hood, of the Woodsman, of the Big Bad Wolf. Once upon a time, he ate and ate and ate, until his stomach was cut open and filled with rocks. Once upon a time, he huffed and puffed and blew the house down, but even at his size, he was no match for the North Wind. Once upon a time, he freed a young woman, whose skin was fair as snow and hair as black as coal.

Then, there's a shift. Once upon a time, it's New York City in the 80s, gritty and rundown, a home for the displaced. A man sits in the smallest apartment in the complex, with an empty fridge and a talking pig. There's flashes of a woman, one he doesn't know by name, not yet. This time, he saves her from the Woodsman, offers her some money, some help – You're not as bad as everyone says you are, she whispers – only for her to wind up dead at his doorstep.
]

iii. records keeping
[ At some point, Bigby gets his fill of reading in the library. There’s only so much information stored on tablets, and only so many words his head can handle without a smoke break. He takes to the halls, exploring any nook and cranny his new body can fit into, being as small as he is now.

As for him going anywhere that’s off-limits – no need to point that out. He’s taking that as a helpful suggestion, not a rule.
]

iv. wildcard
( ooc: hit me up @ [plurk.com profile] esnupi because clearly i have no self control. i can toss up some extra memories with more spoilers lmao. bigby's coming from the end of TWAU game, with just a sprinkling of history from the comics. )
undeux_allblue: (KNOCK IT OFF)

Black Leg Sanji 🌊 One Piece (Pre-Timeskip) 🌊 New Player

[personal profile] undeux_allblue 2025-05-18 02:50 am (UTC)(link)

a small gif of a shiny version of Vulpix, the six tailed fox pokemon, now yellow and gold instead of brown and orange.
Sanji has found himself in the form of a shiny Vulpix, which looks more or less normal except probably with wavier, swirlier fur, in particular around the eyebrow area. "He'll start wearing his "hair" more like his human self does once he figures it out. His eyes are also blue instead of gold.
Canon point: Literally the very end of the Sabaody arc.
However, I know all his "lore" which can be very spoilery, so please let me know if you don't want that to come up for any reason!



♥ I. ARRIVALS ♥

A.) Stumbling and Swearing Through Tunnels Deep:

“...What the…” A dirtied shiny vulpix makes his way through the tunnels. He knows his eyes shouldn’t be able to see at all in this setting, but he’s able to glean just enough to not crash into every damn wall. Still, he steps unwittingly through a stream of mist, and blinks when the events leading up to this point become hazier. He…he has to get back to his crew. They’re…disappearing. What happened…? Something bad. Something very bad.

But it doesn’t tell Sanji where he is. Where that…that massive thing shaped like a man sent him. He remembers pain. He remembers breaking his leg. Someone precious behind him he needed to protect before a massive hand suddenly filled his vision, bizarre paw pads knocking the breath out of him and-

He swears something VERY colorful as one of his- why does he even have extra legs- catches against a stone, and he crashes to the ground. Again. Dammit. Dammit.

(A faint memory slips from him, of making landfall after about a month at sea and stumbling, his sea legs more developed than those on land. A deep voice snickering softly behind him before reaching to obnoxiously steady his shoulder-)

“Lay off would you!? I’m fine, just gimme a minute to figure this out…” He growls, frustration apparent, at the nearest person/pokémon to him (perhaps at you?), not aware he’s been heard…he doesn't need some lazy-ass mosshead to help him walk thank you-

B.) We're 🦆ing Under ATTACK:

“Augh- cut it OUT!” shouts a very flustered vulpix in the dark tunnels below. He has quite the foul mouth on him, which is perhaps an amusing compliment to his wobbling gait and rounded, petite stature. The diglets have caused him quite a bit of trouble, evident in his dirt caked fur and all the bumps and bruises.

He’s kicking and screaming and, well, some fire is coming out of his mouth at times (and wow THAT’S new) which helps illuminate his surroundings in bursts, and force back the weird small critters, but it’s never for long. They keep closing in, and the noise he’s making keeps drawing more pokémon towards him. Perhaps even you were drawn by the racket?

Sanji is finding out the hard way that fire type pokemon are weak to rock and ground-type attacks, the dirt impacting with his unsteady legs hard and seeming to drain his energy absurdly quickly. He’s fallen multiple times, the breath knocked out of him. He only gets more and more furious each time.

Another wave of rolling earth comes at him, and he bears his teeth in frustration, barely avoiding it but in the process crashing into you. “SHIT!!!! More of them- what, you wanna fight too?!”

You…might wanna move. Looks like the vulpix is trying to bite you.


♥ II. UNDER THE WEATHER ♥

A.) Rain Rain, What Are You Taking Away?:

Eventually, he does make it out of the tunnels, thank the Blue. He inhales sharply, taking in the smells of open air. He’s hit with it more keenly than he normally would, and has to remind himself that he has the nose of some sort of animal now. He’d like a look at some point, but for now…he just enjoys the crisp night air and the smell of rain soaking into the forest, wet dirt and greenery making themselves known.

It’s easy to wash all the dirt out of his fur this way too. He revels in being clean, shaking his new pelt out as he traipses between the trees…

Weird thing about suddenly having fur is that the water weighs him down. Almost absurdly so…is this what Chopper had to deal with…?

He blinks, staring into space for a moment. Chopper…?

(Anyone nearby will catch a glimpse of a memory tinged with fear and exasperation. Jumping into the roiling ocean and scooping out a very small, very annoying, very precious bundle of fur that is Tony Tony Chopper. Can reindeer even swim in normal cases? Having eaten a devil fruit sure isn’t helping- damn he’s heavy. Hang in there-)

Thoughts wash from his mind like the dirt from his matted tails. His chest tightens when he starts to realize what’s happening. It’s wrong…and losing thoughts, you’d think his head would grow lighter. Instead, the added weight seems to gather there...

-weighing him down, down-(dark, spoiler memory, cw: child abuse/neglect)
(A helmet of iron encases your head, and dungeon bars are slammed in front of you. You’re only eight years old, and Father has thrown you away, too ashamed to even risk your face being seen ever again.

It’s so heavy. It’s dark. You’ll do better next time; why won’t he come back? Can’t he give you one more chance? Please, please, please
)

He snarls, starting to run, the rain slicking the longer fur on his head over his eyes, making it harder to see. The trees start to look taller to him, water droplets becoming bubbles of sorts, that great big shadow-

Kuma. The thing that made everyone disappear-

His head jerks to the side, eyes wild. Where did- they can’t just be gone?! No no no no he should have moved faster, should have fought harder, Moss was so hurt and Sanji should have done something more-

A flicker of movement. He turns toward it immediately. “Zoro! Brook! You’re okay!” He runs towards it, towards you, crying out in a sort of pained relief. He’s still wobbly on his new limbs and clearly not seeing the right people here, so this vulpix is…a mess. But he seems happy to see you?? (Even if you’ve never met before…)

B.) Shelter (Don't Catch a Cold...):

(cw: mentioned starvation themes in beginning of flashback)
Rain is a weird one for him. Alone like this, damp and watching the rain fall outside the rutimentary shelter...it makes him nostalgic. His useless paws itch to make something; coffee for Nami, tea for Robin, hot cocoa for Chopper...and he can’t help thinking for a second of Zeff…but that one slips away.

(You are small and tired and cold, curled up on yourself as you watch the rain fall from the night sky. Alone. You’re going to die here. The storm will obscure visibility for possible rescuers, but… rain means fresh drinking water, at least, gathering in the shallow craters of this deserted rock. That alone will help you hold out just a little longer. But what about that old geezer on the other side-

“The hell do you think you’re doing?” grumbles a rough voice, slow with interrupted sleep. Something scratchy but warm drops over your small, too thin shoulders.

You can’t quite remember what you say back to the old chef then, but it’s not enough to chase him away. Instead he comes closer, peg-leg knocking against the wooden floors of the Baratie -not rock- with an unsteady gait. He sits with you on the creaky old donated couch, shoves a mug of hot cocoa into your hands before settling back with his own. You never know what to do with this. What to say.

So you sit and quietly watch the rain together, grounding each other in the now. You both survived. You're not there anymore.

He doesn’t comment on you scooting closer at some point, or how you faintly remember finally being able to doze off against someone warm and safe…
(Art that inspired this!))

Sanji huffs, shaking his head and rolling again over the offered towel, trying to dry out as much as he can. It’s tough with the air being so humid, but being sheltered from the rain itself helps. His nose wrinkles slightly when he thinks about how to smooth out all this tangled fur. There’s a reason he’d kept his hair relatively short…

Sanji is jolted from doing as cats do by a stray memory from you. He blinks, tongue sticking out for a second before he realizes what’s going on.

“Oi,” he calls out, glassy blue eyes narrowing at you. He snags a dry towel in his teeth and tosses it at you. “Dry the hell off before I get your life story or some shit.” Or get sick. Do these monster critters get sick? He thinks so. Normal animals do after all, and he'd heard of something going around with all this stupid fog...

But no this is for his own sake, not concern or anything. Not at all.

Oceans afar he wants a smoke. That'd be fantastic, which is funny because this is a new body, one that shouldn't have come with his addiction to nicotine. Not like he has access to his smokes here. So it's down to throwing things at others to blow off stress, it seems.

(If you don’t do anything with the towel, you are likely to end up with a very fussy vulpix clumsily drying you off with it…)


♥ III. THE ARCHIVES ♥

A.) Records:

Once finally DRY and CLEAN, Sanji will absolutely be investigating the archives. He doesn’t have the studying skills as their darling perfect talented archeologist (stars he hopes Robin is safe) but he can track down texts on what he’s interested in. Even if it's a bit...precarious in this new body.

Namely, food. He wants to study food.

He may have lost his opposable thumbs to this insane transition, and paws are not likely very helpful in the kitchen, but he’ll be damned if he’s not soaking in any and all information on the dietary needs and practices of pokémon. There are so many kinds even just in this base, so if he’s to be of any use at all, he needs to know what these people- monsters????- need.

He’s already asked around at the local bakeries and berry storages (the process they have for drying fruits is fascinating) before the rain got too hazardous. Now he’s surrounded by tablets and books, pawing through and taking in the various foods mentioned, turning over and over in his head how to combine them into recipes like he’s used to…

He looks up at you, just now noticing your presence. “Hey. So these “Slowpoke tails” sound pretty easily harvestable. You think they store them around here somewhere for the carnivorous little monsters-errr...pokémon?” If not then he has a project on his hands……paws.

Arceus help us when Sanji discovers pokémon like Fidough exist...

B.) Let Him Cook!! Please!!!:

Alternatively, you might find Sanji working with the tools scattered in the little workshop areas, working on his coordination with his new paws. Going off the constant stream of muttered swears, his progress is…questionable. The numerous tails behind him are swishing with barely restrained frustration.

He’s handling something that might be a knife actually. Relatively sharp…it slips from his tenuous two-pawed grasp, clattering to the board. The Oran berry he’d been trying to cut is still there, whole.

Mocking him.

He growls, glaring at you. He’s frustrated with himself, but you’re just the easiest target right now. “Don’t suppose you’d have a better way to do basic food prep, would you?”

Do pokémon even need food prep? Irrelevant. Sanji is a chef, so by the skies and seas he will find a way.

♥ IV. WILDCARD ♥
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OOC: Hello! If you have a different idea or want a different kind/tone of memory from Sanji's hard headed noggin, let me know here or in a PM! We can share discords through PM too if it'd be easier. A friend directed me to this rp and it looks really fun! Currently playing Explorers of Sky, wonderful game, happy to toss my current idiot into the mix!

As a note, I love making connections with backstories and themes and the like; not for comparing but just connecting the dots. So whatever you throw at ME as far as memories I will defo be down for mixing them together into some fun memory soup! <3 Let Sanji cook on a meta level at least...he's my pressure cooker now ehe.
outbounds: (night daze)

emmet ▽ pokemon ▽ current (zoroark-h)

[personal profile] outbounds 2025-05-18 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
will-o-wisp (from tunnels deep)
[ The underground ruins in the southern forest are haunted. The southern forest in general is, really, home to far, far too many mischievous or outright hostile ghost types, which in tandem with their new awareness that there once was a civilization there— well. Maybe they're unlikely to find Yamask like one would at Relic Castle for at least one obvious reason, but the rest of it...

The southern forest is haunted. Emmet's typing grants him a unique sort of advantage in terms of handling opposing Ghosts— so of course when the news started coming in of new arrivals and stragglers being found lost in the tunnels to the south he went and volunteered himself to go help. The safety of any wayward and lost passengers is paramount, after all, and he's been to the south before. He knows tunnels and cave systems.

So of course, whether accompanied or not, he's alternatively either a pale white and red apparition or a fleeting shadow flickering around in the dark, searching for those who might need the help. The red of his fur glows faintly in the gloom of the caves even passively, but the flickering Will-o-Wisp flames circling his form at other times might serve as a better stand-in for any carried lantern when they're necessary, and what's more might help to chase away the clinging chill of any of the neverending rain or fog that's managed to trickle or seep its way down here, if temporarily. ]


If you can hear me, please follow the sound of my voice. You may not know or trust me and that is fine. We are strangers, after all! And this situation must be verrrry strange to you, yep.

But if you will believe in anything right now, then believe this: you do not want to be exposed to the fog here for too long.

[ And how, considering he had a front view seat to some of its effects on others not so very long ago. ]
rain dance (stormy moods / caught in the brain fog)
[[ this weird dog is going to be so drenched this month, if only because Emmet is very bad at sitting still. it's impossible to avoid the rain forever, so if you want to receive a memory of some sort from Emmet, please tag in with a blank tl noting what kind of memory you'd like, vibe wise! i'll make something up on the fly and or customize something as appropriate. alternatively or in addition to this, you can also tag in with something you'd like Emmet to see if you like! i'm easy in terms of my own prefs so please feel free to hit me with whatever you think will be most fun, but if you'd like to plan something more specific out or discuss something first then feel free to hit me up on plurk @ ellipsesinaction. ]]
calm mind (shush, records keeping)
[ Ah, the Archives. Emmet isn't so much focused on the non-fiction end of things as he is on the folklore, considering that's the kind of information not quite so easily accessed when one doesn't belong to Lum (several weeks for a vague blurb? wow. that is not what he would consider winning), so if Lum is willing to open things up for now he is absolutely going to take the opportunity to double-check and cross-reference a few things.

Maybe you'll come across him sitting back, ears flicking, as he sets a clay tablet aside to join the pile of whatever else he's already gone through. ]


... Not much at all. But it doesn't seem that different, at least ...
metronome (wildcard)
[[ have something else in mind? remix any of these, or hit me up with something of your own! don't be shy, i'm easy! like with the memoryshare prompt, if you want to talk something out with me first, feel free to drop by [plurk.com profile] ellipsesinaction! ]]
indifferentinferno: (Intense)

🔸Flamebringer |\| Arknights |/| New Player🔸

[personal profile] indifferentinferno 2025-05-18 09:06 am (UTC)(link)
Absol pixel art
🔸| Flamebringer is an Absol with Orange, fire like eyes, and slightly singed tips to his fur. |🔸


I - Arrival
Such severe pain doesn't immediately ring as alarming to him. Outside of the normal anyways. Oripathy was not a kind friend, experiencing a flare up at the worst of times is not new. But the pain- it builds, it grows it shifts- The pain he'd come to expect from his infection was not like this, it was different, this was something else.

That, made him very afraid.

As such when he awakes its with heaving gasps. He frantically tries to move- Finding he can is a small relief, but he- where- what happened?! He can't make sense of anything-

Instead of moving with the sharp efficiency he's used to however, he falls- flat on his face.

All the wind leaves his body in a strangled yelp- Head ringing with the impact. He lies there, stunned for a second before slowly, moving again. Blinking and actually looking at himself and where he is-

What. What?!

His hands are replaced by. By paws? He was some kind of beast?! He frantically looks over his shoulder- catching sight even of something obscuring his vision slightly- and he's greeted with white fur, and a tail that's not his own. Two more sets of paws taunt him.

He stares in utter horror for a few seconds longer.

What on TERRA happened to him?!


II - From Tunnels Deep

He limped out of the caves. He was fortunate that was his only injury. His back right leg thrummed in pain, but he could take it. He'd had worse. It was embarrassing to have to avoid a fight with something that vaguely resembled a sentient rock with a giant nose. But they largely outnumbered him- and even though he was apparently equipped with a greater low-light vision than he was normally, it still wasn't enough of an advantage when handling his uncoordinated, untrained limbs.

But even having escaped the masses of angry things occupying the cave- he didn't seem to be safe yet.

The fog was covering his vision. Even with his apparently keener eyes, he couldn't see through it. And his head. He hadn't hit it as far as he could tell. He'd been lucky that despite the pain that heralded him arriving here like- like this, no injury had accompanied it. And he'd gotten lucky twice that he only suffered what at most was a fracture in his leg.

But still, his mind was slipping from him. His luck was running out.

He limps a bit further, until he comes to rest at a tree. Its not as well guarded as he'd like. There's not very much to hide his stark white fur even- but he's struggling to remember why that matters. He's tired. He's hurt. He must rest... yes. He must rest.

Others nearby will see memories. Hiding in desolate places, making oneself small to fit into tiny spaces to avoid the larger, crueler mercenaries. Tiny frame no match for their brutal clubs and sharp crossbows. A much larger version of you climbing into abandoned vehicles. Metaphorically licking your wounds as you debate whether or not you need to cauterize a bullet wound. Lucky sankta. Got a shot off before you snuffed their halo out for good.

A slightly gentler memory, an exasperated sigh tinted with something else you didn't bother to identify. "Really? Were you just aching to pick a fight so you could see me again or something? You know what a pain it is to save your skin sometimes?" the snarky female voice sounds irritated, but she pulls you out of the debris all the same, calling for her companions help to carry you're sorry butt, as she called it, back to camp.

He loses all these memories to the fog, settling down further into the grass and dirt. Why was he so scared before? Things didn't hurt so bad when he didn't move... So why move...?

[OOC: Feel free to yeet memories at him here, and also ask for different memories from me!]


III - It is your fate to be an outcast [Racism??? Speciesism??? TW]

Civilization around here... well. To say it reminded him of "home" wouldn't be an understatement. Things didn't seem to be as dire as they were back in Kazdel. At least last he'd seen- but there certainly was an air of disquiet about.

As he's being guided around by the rescue teams, he overhears whispers. He listens, picking up very little that makes sense to him. Wherever he is. Whatever he is, he's missing the understanding he needs in order for what he hears to be valuable.

Then he hears other things.

"You see him? The absol? I told you- a harbinger of disaster-"

His head whips around, trying to spot whoever said that- but its a futile effort.

'Absol'. One of the rescue team members had called him that.

A harbinger of disaster?

The more he listens, the more he pinpoints similar talk. Some defend this 'absol'. Others lament its arrival, saying it will only bring more ill upon them. Some even mention kicking it out. Saying doing so might end the problems they've been dealing with.

He manages to shoot one of these individuals a glare, they squeak in surprise and run off along with their friends.

Its not satisfying to watch them go.

Ha. Somehow, even completely changed- He is treated all the same.


IV - Rain Check UP

He doesn't like this. In the whirlwind of trying to grasp onto understanding anything at all he ended up being put in line at the clinic to get checked over.

Something which he has no intention of allowing to happen.

Thankfully there are bigger... Pokemon. That's the word others keep using to refer to them all. There are bigger Pokemon ahead of him, if he plays his cards right...

It takes patience, and some good luck and timing, but he finds a moment when nobody who should be paying attention is, muttering some neutral excuse to those within earshot, and makes his way in a different direction, strategically avoiding the people who seem to be aids at the clinic, and hiding behind the larger patients.

He's close to getting away- He only needs a bit more time and a bit more luck. His own lack of dexterity in this form better not betray him now-


V - Rain Check IN

He doesn't want to share lodgings. He doesn't trust any of these... people. And after the dubious whispers he heard outside, he can't be completely certain that no-one would take this as a welcome opportunity to dispose of a 'problem'.

But he doesn't have much of a choice.

The weather had taken a turn for the worse, rain was coming down in buckets. He was deprived of any of his normal survival tools outside of his teeth- There was no sign of either of his swords. And even if he had them, he couldn't wield them like this.

And he couldn't rely on his body as he normally would either.

He was by all accounts. Defenseless.

He follows a crowd. Keeping an eye out. Listening. Observing. When he's finally given a lodging, he takes the most secluded spot. He settles in, staring outward. Night vision keeping an eye on every corner.

He plans on having a very long, and very sleepless night.

His roommates will see two glowing, orange pinpricks from the shadows. A warning. He's not as defenseless as he might seem.


VI - WILDCARD

[Don't be shy to just throw stuff at me! I'm super down to do whatever :)c I'm here to party. Also feel free to hit me up for more memory shenanigans! Lighthearted or Heavy, just let me know!]
Edited ((case fix)) 2025-05-18 09:07 (UTC)
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Ingo | Pokemon | current (h. typhlosion)

[personal profile] offtracks 2025-05-20 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
i. rain check


[The rain has cast Ingo in a bit of a dour mood for the past several days. Usually it wouldn't bother him so much; he is used to living far more outside than he does now! But it's the first significant storm since his arrival, and since he became a fire-type Pokemon. The rain seems to sink into his bones, sapping his energy. He's tired. He aches, sometimes, when he's out too long.

So he spends a great deal of time in the Oran Berry housing. Even there, he's unhappy and uncomfortable. The flooding has left some of the rooms inaccessible unless you care to wade through inches of water, which he decidedly does not, and even the non-flooded rooms are damp and humid. The mess hall is at least not flooded; he can be found lurking near the kitchen here, trying to benefit from the warmth of the stove. Despite looking even less happy than usual, he's still trying to be polite:]


How is all of this finding you?


ii. stormy moods

[When he's not trying to evade the wet, Ingo ends up spending a great deal of time curled into a ball in one of the upper rooms, dozing and grumbling to himself.]

Memory: Blizzard (cw: memory loss, dissociation)


[It's cold.

You don't know where you are. You don't know how you came to be here. You don't even really know who you are. Everything is strange and fuzzy in your head, like the driving snow all around you has somehow made its way into your skull. All you really know is that it's cold. Moisture is seeping through your shoes and the fabric of your pants, and the wind cuts easily through your coat.

There's nothing of note near you. No sign of people. The only visible landmark is a mountain in the distance. But you can't stay here. It's difficult to feel really afraid, or much of anything at all beyond the fog filling your mind, but you still know - if you just stand here, you're going to die.]


Memory: Ghost (cw: hallucinations sort of, violence)

[You're out in a snowy landscape again. But this time, it's not actively snowing. You're near a small copse of dark trees, carrying a basket that's half-full of berries, looking for more. This is one of your very first foraging trips, but you feel comfortable out here. People have told you it's dangerous, but...you watch a pair of fluffy Rufflet flutter past fondly. Pokemon aren't really as scary as people think. You've never thought so, anyway.]

- go?

[A voice. It's calling your name.

You don't recognize it as one of your fellow foragers. Your heart starts to beat a little faster as you follow the sound. Is someone out here looking for you? Did someone come to find you after all?]


Ingo?

[They call, again and again, until you mount a hill and see them. There's a man. He's tall, probably about as tall as you, and his clothes are similar to your own. Except they're - white? just crusted with snow and ice? You can't tell. He's - looking right at him makes your head ache. But you...do you know him? He knows you. He smiles to see you.

You stumble closer. He's turned away, but he must hear your footsteps in the snow, because he turns to look. Your stomach drops as you recognize your own face, split by an unnatural smile, and it's all you can do to drop your basket and bring up your arms to shield yourself before he attacks, shredding your sleeve and flesh with sharp claws.]


Memory: ???

[There is no memory here. There's nothing but a fuzzy sort of absence. No matter how much you try to wander, or see through the snowy blank surroundings, you simply can't. Occasionally there's flashes of white, or of purple light, but...you can't see them. You don't know them.]


Wildcard

(( Give Ingo one of your character's memories! Or ask for something that isn't here, idk! ))


iii. archives


[At least the nasty weather - and the utterly bizarre effects it's proven to have - provides Ingo a decent opportunity for research. He knows a great deal about Pokemon already, of course, but not everything. Not as much as Emmet.

He must have once, right? Did they learn all those things together? But as it stands now, he has always had difficulty remembering Pokemon that he hasn't personally seen in Hisui. It's...a little embarrassing, honestly, every time he cannot definitively identify one of his fellow newcomers! Not to mention the fact that he didn't know about abilities at all! He feels as if he's fallen behind!

(He's fallen behind Emmet in pretty much every way, granted. But never mind that.)

He's reading, slowly but methodically, through all of the Pokemon records here. It isn't just reading; he always spends a little while just staring narrow-eyed at any available pictures.]


...I think I may remember this...
bugbeverage: (zigzagooning)

Beetlejuice | Beetlejuice the Musical the Musical the Musical | Galarian Zigzagoon

[personal profile] bugbeverage 2025-05-20 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
((OOC: BJ's Ref! | I'm happy playing both prose and brackets! I'll match you!))

Out of the Woods - Closed to Lusamine

Beetlejuice emerges from the forest on all fours. He squints at the overcast sky and hisses. Until this moment, all of his memories had been squashed down and buried beneath his survival instincts. Eat. Run. Hide. Fight. Scars pepper his snout and burrs cling to his striped fur.

The ocean sparkles in the distance and the murmur of town life can be heard on the wind. It thunders.

"I'm...a person..." he grunts. It all comes flooding back to him. The little house on the hill. The wedding. Being tossed in the waves. His strange new body complete with a beating heart. Something something guilds. Something something Pokeyman. Beetlejuice stands up on his back feet and takes a few unsteady steps before his stomach growls. Donuts. He remembers donuts. "Ough."

He sits and holds his tummy. He feels awful.

It starts to rain.

"Crap," he grumbles to himself.


Rain Rain... - OTA

After finding his way back to critter town, Beetlejuice is bundled away into a bunk he doesn't recognize or care to. He's absolutely soaked and leaves a trail of water as he toddles his way toward the nearest bed. The Zigzagoon flops down with a splat. He smells terrible.

The missing time feels like a hole in his head. Like a lost tooth. He's here for real. He's here forever. His planned afterlife of chillaxing and Mai Tais fades before him like a dream, only he cannot sleep. He lays still for several long moments before starting to kick his back paws in exasperation.

"FUUUUUUCK THIIIIIIIS!"

Wild Card

Feel free to set a scene and I'll have BJ hop in!
Edited 2025-05-20 22:39 (UTC)
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Maka Albarn | Soul Eater | New

[personal profile] the_word_is 2025-06-01 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
from tunnels deep
[It's a dream, and she's going to wake up.]

[It isn't a dream, and none of this makes any sense.]

[It's not quite a dream, it's Madness, Asura somehow coming back from the dead, his wavelength spreading across the world and seeping into her soul.]

[Okay, whatever it is? Maka hates it. She grits her teeth (beak?) and steps forward, claws catching on loose rocks, her tail a weird counterweight behind her. There's noise as she moves, a soft metallic ringing as the scales on her back knock into each other, a loud clanging when she trips or when she crashes into the other creatures in the tunnels.]

[She stumbles up into the forest, the fog clinging to her. It isn't supposed to feel like this, right? She isn't supposed to be tripping over her own feet, isn't supposed to be looking this far up at the trees.

(Do you remember it now? Countless hours of training under a wide desert sky, sandy cobblestones under your boots as you learned to keep your balance like a dancer as you traded punches and kicks with friends, moving with easy, thoughtless confidence.)

Someone appears out of the mist in front of her, and on instinct she tilts her head down, bracing for a fight.
]

the water cycle
[[Tag in with a memory and Maka's can match vibes, or tag in with a mood request!]]

record keeping
[There are just a lot of tablets in this corner of the library, all spread out over the floor. And there's a Jangmo-o pacing around between them, with a ball of string in her mouth that she occasionally like, drops and wraps around one of the stone tablets before carrying it off to another. It's like one of those conspiracy theory string boards, just all over the ground.

Try not to trip on it.
]

wallflower (teambuilding games)
Um, I guess? [That's a response to a question, someone asking "do you want to play two truths and a lie with us?" and Maka isn't normally into these kind of things (meaning, anything that isn't reading a book. They're in a library, after all!) but she'll go along with it. She sits down with a soft jingle of scales, and thinks about it for a second.]

I just have to say two things that are true about me and one thing that isn't, right? [She got dragged into this game once before, at a sleepover, but then Liz said some really outrageous things and Patti got distracted and it all kind of turned into nonsense pretty quickly.]

Okay. I'm from Nevada, I have a pet cat... um, I'm 14 years old?

Wildcard Option
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