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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Merrilee- [Her voice comes in a desperate gasp. No, she's still here, never to see her family again. When she realizes she's being carried, she unleashes as many Pecks as she can manage.
They won't do much to Shoka; she's still only a low-level Murkrow, despite her big talk, and she has little strength in her.]
Are you happy now? [She shakes herself off Shoka's head and to her feet. She can barely walk, but she can limp.] You got me.
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Okay, okay, take it easy! [Resisting the urge to throw Maysilee off of her again, Shoka comes to a halt, giving Maysilee the chance to clamber down herself. Shoka instantly shrinks away from her, giving her space, as if afraid her disguise rage might be in danger of being snatched again—or just afraid that she'll attack the already injured Murkrow again.] You really don't know when to quit, do you?
[Shoka isn't happy, though her drawn-on face continues to smile like always. She feels... more drained than anything. Unnerved and a little violated. She decides immediately that it's something to box up and not talk about if she can help it.]
... You first. Sure you should be walking?
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I've already died once. This is nothing.
[Shoka said something like that too, but she doesn't think twice about it. As far as she knows, this is her reincarnation. A punishment, it seems; not only is her new form hideous, like the mutated birds that killed her, but this world has also shown her it's perfectly capable of letting her feel pain and humiliation.]
I don't know what you are, but stay away from me. You sicken me. [Her past insults had a playful lilt to them, like she enjoyed roasting Shoka, but this is cold and tinged with hurt.] Sorry for trying to remove your stupid rag. It really is fitting for you, after all. You try to hide it by acting all cool and cute, but underneath, you're more of a monster than a person. You don't even know what you are and it scares you.
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She masks the hurt by laughing under her breath and continuing to follow Maysilee, undeterred.]
Uh-oh! Sounds like someone's projecting.
[Accurate as it was, that was a very specific string of insults, after all, and she's fairly certain that Maysilee doesn't even know the name of her own species.]
Anyways, you'd better get those scratches looked at. [She gives her long, jagged fingers a menacing wiggle.] I may be infectious.
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I knew what I was. I didn't let the Capitol use me or break me. I died with my head up. [She says this more or less facedown on the ground. Her vision swims. So much for this world- maybe the next will be kinder. Or maybe this is all she gets. She's tired of it all; she's ready to welcome nothingness.] And I'll do it again.
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[Shoka is at Maysilee's side again in an instant, ghostly arms unfurling to scoop her up once more. Shoka has no idea what the Capitol is, and she can't tell if Maysilee is even conscious anymore, but the returning, creeping dread starts to make her ramble anyway.]
Well, your head's down right now, dummy... So you can't die. Got it?