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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Yes, it's been fine...
[Hmm. That sounds. Very convincing? They don't seem outright upset so much as off-balance, though.]
[They shake their head and try to think of something to explain it, that's not the actual reason, which feels rather silly in retrospect. Just an odd encounter...]
It feels kind of weird to look out into the bay and see Dondozo just... there. [That is also true!]
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[ He looks out at it for a moment. Ingo was less involved, but Emmet went along on that mission where they learned of the Pokemon Dondozo had eaten. How does he feel about it...? ]
Something similar happened in my world recently. Several powerful Pokemon were driven into frenzies. They lost control of themselves and began to attack indiscriminately. But...no one was killed, then.
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[But it does also feel a tad odd when... the Pokemon who landed you and your teammates in the clinic are now peacefully being lifeguards on the beach. Siffrin doesn't think they want to swim while Dondozo and Tatsugiri are around.]
Could that happen to us, too...?
[...]
Or... maybe that's what the fog's already trying to do? [Is "trying" the right word...? It makes it sound eerily deliberate.]
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...when I was out there, on our worst mission, I could hear voices inside the fog. Lost Pokemon crying out for help. I felt as though I had to follow them. To help them, I thought, but...I do not believe now that I truly could have done so.
[ He still strongly feels that they were real, and in need of aid. But what could he have done? He may be a Typhlosion, but he does not actually know how to guide lost souls. ]
It was enough to make me forget where exactly I was, and our mission, until Emmet got me to a clearing with less fog.
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[They don't really know what to say, though, besides...]
What happened to the Pokemon in your world? The ones in frenzies?
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They were cured! Akari did it, not I - she is here now as well, in the Oran Berries. She had to fight them to a standstill, and also make a number of offerings. That is food traditionally left for the Nobles!
[ Hm...would figuring out the favorite food of some of the Pokemon around here help? How would they do that, though? ]
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[Fighting them to a standstill sounds familiar... but somehow the second part is so unexpected that it calms Siffrin down? Food offerings! (Where do nobles come into it?)]
I guess I'd also be pretty frenzied if I were really hungry?
[Ha... haha...]
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[ So - yeah, that probably didn't help! ]
[1/2]
Maybe we should start carrying extra snacks around on expeditions...? [They miss having lots of pockets. (But at least they have a hat again, thanks to Shoka!)]
[Who knows, though. It's not like being well-fed was helping their teams not struggle with the fog... or maybe it would've been worse otherwise?]
[They probably shouldn't test that.]
[2/2]
[They're just going to duck their face into their bowl. Mlem. What kind of drink is this, anyway?]
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Very much! It reminds me of the festivals we had at home, a bit.
[ ...should he have called Hisui "home"? Siffrin knows about some of that...but, it's said. Ingo isn't taking it back. ]
And yourself?
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[Oh. Does it remind them of festivals from home...?]
[(It's gone, it's all gone, it's always going to be gone, so they can't answer about home, but -)]
I visited a place once where they'd have a yearly festival trying to build the most impressive towers out of sand. But I think it had a religious meaning, for them...? [They haven't gotten that impression here.]
[Still! That's kind of similar!]
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[ He wouldn't expect sand to be favored in that case, but then, he's not sure in which case it would be. Sand itself is not significant enough to have its own god. ]
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[They don't think they ever really found out the details, or maybe they did and just forgot! Either one is entirely believable.]
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[...oh.]
That's not the kind of space I was expecting.
[Wait, maybe that's rude to say? They wince.]
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[ Is it really that odd? It never came up once in Hisui! ]
I suppose the space in the night sky must be Palkia's realm just as well! But it is quite beyond us. Emmet says that people can travel there in the future...I wonder if they think of Palkia differently then? [ How curious! ]
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[They're immediately interested! Space ships are in the territory of the fairy tales they got read as a kid, something that just hasn't been attained with Craft and might not ever be doable - or at least, not without -]
[As a kid...?]
[Their head twinges painfully.]
[. . .]
Um. If space is important to you, living in the Spire must be hard, for you and Emmet... [Not that the Canopy is any fancier, but the Oran Berry living spaces seem particularly cramped.]
[They're still assuming "Clan" applies to both of the brothers, but now they think back on Ingo's words and pause. Hang on, "in the future"...?]
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[ Those stories are largely unconfirmed, but they also aren't that strange by Pokemon standards! ]
Hm...well, yes, it's certainly...different. The two of us have our own room now, so that is a bit better - but I have always lived beneath the sky. I like caves well enough, but they are not places for people to stay, where I am from.
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[They autopilot through,] Yeah, it's nicer to be able to see the stars at night, right? Even if it's through a window or tent flap.
[Mmh. That's kind of returning it right back to their own definition of space, isn't it, even if it wasn't intentional? That's probably rude. Maybe they should just change the subject altogether...]
So Emmet can... see the future...?
[That sounds... actually, do they want to talk about something like this either?]
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[ It's inexplicable, almost unbelievable except for the fact that it clearly has happened somehow. ]
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Um. You looped back in time??
[Wait they blinding said that out loud. Hahaha! Uh oh!]
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[ That's not how Ingo would have phrased it, "looped", but he guesses you...could say it like that? ]
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[...]
[Stop freaking out, Siffrin. This has nothing to do with you. (Probably. Maybe. It's kind of suspicious that there's someone else with a bad memory and weird time things here, right? Multiple people with weird time things, counting Flowey, and Shoka, and...)]
[No, no, they're pretty sure it isn't everyone. But it's still... weird.]
[...]
...it sounds like you went back a while. [To be talking about things like the future being that different.]
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[ They'd worked that out eventually, getting past the issue of common calendars. It sounds like Unova just reckons dates like Johto does anyway. ]
I'm sure it would have been much stranger to me if I had not lost my memories as well. But, as it stands...it just feels as though Emmet's world is quite futuristic!
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