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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continued CWs (probably the rest of the thread)
He knows he doesn't have all the details, exactly, but...]
... you don't know that.
Don't get me wrong. Things differ between worlds, right down to the nature of souls. I never heard of a 'stand' before meeting you. And I sure as heck couldn't reset like that.
But it seems to me if you killed the guy who was doing the resetting. Well. Things could've just gone back to normal. [Maybe mentioning Emporio 'killing' isn't really tactful, but he doesn't know how to sugarcoat things.] That's how it would've worked if I killed another person with Determination, back when I could reset. [It's more complicated than that, but no need to get technical.]
Either way, it doesn't matter. I stand by what I said. Don't tell me you forgot.
... You did all you could back then. The past is the past. The world is there, the world is gone... you're not going to know unless we get a chance to go back. So why torture yourself over it?
You're still here. Anasui's here. Take a deep breath.
[He takes a deep breath, too, almost as if he was partially talking to himself.]
Everything's fine.
looks between this and undertale canon like HAHA,,,OH NO
Shakes his head.]
...Their souls were gone, Flowey.
...I know it's over. ...I did what I could, and Weather's Stand even let me do it. ...Stands...they have to be compatible to even be given to another person. And people only ever have one. So, being able to take in Weather Report to avenge everyone and stay alive was...
[...Alarming. Heartbreaking. He literally carried their wishes, and those wishes stayed.] ...I don't know why it's so hard to not get over things, but I'm at least trying.
[And with that...he smiles a bit, at Flowey's attempts of reassurance. Rather wryly at that.] Yeah. Anasui's here, even though he died. ...So. ...at the least, I know we can stay here.
[This isn't where Flowey was going with it, that much he knows. But it's important to clear this up, and to show that...he honestly prefers this next part.] When I first got here... ...before Anasui appeared here, I asked Polteageist about that.
...If he'd make me leave, when we found a way back to everyone's worlds.
[oh]
no subject
... I'll stay here, also. [With Emporio. With everyone.] There's no reason for me to go back.
no subject
[The cubone jumps, at least a little.
...But then, he thinks about what Flowey has said about his past. About the world he left behind.
He thinks he can understand that.
So with a firmer, more confident nod, he faces his friend.] ...Okay. I'll..
...I'll make sure Polteageist knows that, then. So if anyone tries to force you...
[Well. Somewhat bashfully, he rubs his head.] ...He, uh. When I asked...he said I'd always be welcome, but also that if someone tried to force me out, he'd 'correct' them.
...So, he'll definitely make sure we can stay, even if you're not in the guild.
[This is what having a mob friend does apparently.]
(respite: undertale soundtrack playing) [1/2]
... [The idea of Polteageist 'correcting' someone is scary. He makes a mental note to add that to his investigation later.]
[2/2]
... thanks. You know. For sharing, hee hee. I'm glad you could tell me that--
[He feels less vulnerable, in a way. Emporio knew all his worst secrets, and know he knows Emporio's, too. It's...
... it's more than he knew about Chara.
Nobody will ever replace them or the time they spent together. Nor will anyone replace Frisk, or Papyrus, or even Toriel and the rest. And that's fine. Nobody has to.
He's glad he met Emporio, even if it as 'Flowey'. And, if and when they do part ways... he'll still feel that way, the little that he can 'feel'.]
-- friend.