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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[ Oh, Firoza. They're really getting into it now. ]
Everyone getting taken to another world by a demon?
[ Huh. Kind of like how they ended up here... ]
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[A long pause.]
Oh, that's bad.
[I mean. Being taken to other worlds against your will usually isn't...great...her own biggest experience with that was one of Intense Anxiety shifting into What The Fuck Is Going On which then went into Don't You Dare Take Away Another Friend From Me Godsdamnit]
You certainly wouldn't want to be dragged off to another world by our equivalent of a demon. [Plenty of people have probably referred to voidsent as demons, it makes sense.] Chances are, you are going to literally be stuck in a world of perpetual darkness where nothing can die. Except you, of course. But you don't want to die there. Not by those means.
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This demon... it was the reason why the man-made dungeons were the way that they are. It gave the dungeon lords all the power they wanted. Anything they... desired.
[ There's an odd mix of emotions in him now. Digust and pity. Strangely, not the first time he's felt that way since coming here. ]
In return, it ate that desire — ate every desire — until you wanted nothing. But it was never filling enough. It wanted more and more because it should have never had an appetite to begin with. It didn't want to kill anyone. It just wanted to eat.
[ Now guilt starts to creep into his voice. ]
And it only managed to get to that point of taking everyone to eat their desires because of... us.
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Desire is a powerful tool, is it not? In a way, many of those she had come to blows with had made use of desire. Their own, or twisting that of others to their own means...but for something to be insatiable - in the truest sense of the word - it sends a shiver down Firoza's spine.
She knows herself. She knows her own urges could be seen as such. Ever adventuring, ever seeking, ever reaching for the unknown and new experiences, to test herself, to prove herself...'insatiable' would be a good word for her.
She'll keep that to herself.]
Wh...Laios, I'm sure you and your friends weren't wholly responsible. Something like that - against an enemy like that, if it can't stop and only knows to keep going, such an outcome was inevitable...
[But horrifying. How do you stop something like that?]
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Maybe it could've happened to another party, but... we were part of the catalyst that set it all in motion. Saving my sister, going after Thistle — it was the reason why we got the demon's attention in the first place, I think.
[ He breathes a weighted sighs, heavy with too many emotions mixed in his heart. The demon saw it's way out through a desire he tried so desperately to stifle — or didn't want to stifle enough. ]
I guess it was lucky we got involved. My desire wound up being its undoing.
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Huh
What?]
...May I ask how that happened?
[She's trying to keep her voice calm and even when she asks because uh, Laios, you kind of built this thing up as a big deal. How'd you do it? How'd you beat desire itself?]
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[ He hesitates. The question itself isn't what gives him pause, but being asked at all feels strange almost. It's not the part he sees as worthy of discussing. ]
If we didn't try something, it would've destroyed all of mankind. [ There's another break in his thought. He knows he's skipping over Marcille's role in this, but speaking of her in that light in front of someone who doesn't really know her feels wrong. ] ... So when I became the lord of the dungeon, I thought I could wish it away. Or if that didn't work, they could've killed me. Instead, it saw through me. It... turned me into what I wanted to be all along.
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Firoza listens intently to Laios's story. To weaponize a creature's source of strength and turn it into a weakness...]
And that was...?