004 ⟡ JULY TEST DRIVE
⋆✩ test drive 04 ✩⋆
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
STRANDED ON A BEACH
It’s impossible to tell how you got here. All you have is those last moments before it felt as if your entire being was being broken down and stretched into this uncanny shape, this thing that doesn’t feel like you. Even the ground itself seems to agree. It shifts, and rumbles. Gathers into mounds, rising up and over with the sounds of dying gasps. But wait.
That isn’t normal sand. That sand is alive. That sand, gathering into shades of pink, of blue, of green, it all forms faces before your very eyes. An enemy, you may think? A monster? A threat?
“OhhhHHhHH…What has happened to us..?”
Or perhaps, someone in the same predicament as you?
“Someone…Someone get Mightyena!!”
Albeit someone who clearly knows more than you do here, on this beach that slowly regains its color.
ii. see the sunset
COPPERAJAH-TONE
With the recent successes of Bottlecap Bay, public opinion is at an all time high, which is reflected in the activities pulled together in response. Through much of the Summer season, the beach of Bottlecap Bay becomes a literal hotspot of activity. Beach activities that many will find familiar take part at all hours, with equipment set up at small stands for public use.
A volleyball net is a particularly popular feature of the beach, with a particularly spooky form of gameplay spotted in the evening hours where Ghost types reign. Multicolored buoys float out to section off a safe zone of the water for Pokemon capable of it to swim at their leisure as well, with Bottlecap’s very own Dondozo and Tatsugiri acting as lifeguard.
The most popular game by far however is sand sculpting. Tools of wood and stone can be gathered up to shape the sand into any number of shapes, and some Pokemon may even offer small rewards to those who make especially impressive ones.
Be sure not to accidentally use the sand of one of those colorful Sandygasts however.
iii. mentorship methods
BUDDY SYSTEMS
Therefore, the combination of their recent peace and the local nature of these particular arrivals has given them an easy option for guiding these lost new souls. Rather than any of the Guild leaders seeking out ideal Pokemon among their ranks, those who have arrived from other worlds themselves are tasked with a new assignment. Help their fellow interlopers!
At minimum, each Guild Leader suggests a few basics to cover, but the methods with which they do this is ultimately left up to them. A tour of the local sights? A chance to test their mettle with brand new powers? Or perhaps simply a listening ear from one who understands the strangeness of these new bodies. The world is truly their Cloyster.
ADVANCE TRAINING
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Sensing that just in time, she hesitates and stays back—long enough both to overhear A.B.A's conversation with her sculpture (She just called it dear, didn't she? The sand-lollipop-thing?) and witness its eventual, inevitable collapse. A.B.A's squawk prompts Shoka to keep her distance.]
Woah, easy! My bad, okay? Staying back now.
[As she does just that, holding her ghostly hands up in surrender, she squints at the sculpture's remains.]
What, uh... is "he"?
[That couldn't have been a sculpture of Paracelsus, of course, because Paracelsus is some kind of goatman... Right?]
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With a defeated sigh, she looks down at her talons where chunks of her beautiful sculpture now lay. Half of Paracelsus's face looks up at her with those giant eyes she adores so much.
It makes her smile.
Then it makes her growl.]
You know exactly who, don't fool yourself... My husband... My Paracelsus...
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[Maybe A.B.A just has an abstract style when it comes to sand sculptures? Or she's just bad at it... But those details looked very deliberate.]
... Y'know, I don't think I've ever actually asked... What is Paracelsus? I mean, species-wise. I... kinda thought he had horns?
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[Didn't Shoka see them? She didn't forget them in the sculpture... A.B.A looks down at the sand below her, brushing it aside and flattening it with a swift motion of her hand. Using her talon, she proceeds to draw out Paracelsus's face, every detail is...perfect. Of course, anyone who hasn't seen him in person would probably just see a silly cartoon face. She then proceeds to draw several more, all in various stages of different "horn" postures. Her ability to recreate the same image over and over so quickly, so perfectly is so...calculated. Like she isn't really drawing, just...recreating imagines in her head.
Like an organic printer.]
They're quite cute and floppy, so they often rest at the side of his head... ...Sometimes he uses them to hold things.
[It's not weird.
She's then quick to draw something else, something more in line with the goat skull she carries. This face is much more fierce, aggressive even, despite only being a skull. At first glance, it really bares no resemblance to the cute, cartoon faces she was sketching out before, but the way the horns curve just right... If someone DID flatten that skull into a perfect circle, those horns probably would rest at the side of the face.]
Occasionally he would take the form of the skull... It was always so handsome, but...he hasn't taken this appearance in a long time... It's almost like he sent it away here, waiting for me, so I'd have a little piece of him here.
[Yeah, okay A.B.A. Whatever helps you sleep at night.]
But no matter what he looks like, Paracelsus is a key. My key... The key that will unlock the gates to my future.
[FINALLY giving Shoka an answer and not simply a metaphor, A.B.A returns to the first sand sketch of Paracelsus's face and adds his body. A long stem, a bit at the end, he really looks like a key.
She married a key.]
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Uh... huh. So he's like a shapeshifter?
[That's pretty neat, and would explain a few things, but... Paracelsus is a key, A.B.A says. Shoka supposes that also makes sense for her to say (metaphorically). A.B.A is a big fan of keys, after all.]
Okay, but I meant literally? [A pause.] Unless... you also mean it...
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Oh.
[Her jaw would be on the ground if she still had one.]
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[A short bark of laughter escapes her. A.B.A married a key. A literal key!
Of course Paracelsus is a key! Why would he be anything else?]
Heh... Must be a pretty big future ahead of you, then. I mean—if he's actually as tall as that sand version of him you made.