008 ⟡ MARCH TEST DRIVE
⋆✩ test drive 08 ✩⋆
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.
IT’S RAINING, IT’S MOOR-NING,
The next thing you likely notice, by virtue of this state of wetness making it impossible to ignore, is probably the fact that this is not the body you had just a few moments earlier. Whether covered in fur, feathers, or scales, they aren’t what you knew.
Nor is the land you’ve awoken in. It appears that you’re in a building - one that’s not been in use for a long, long time. Dust and leaf litter are scattered near openings to the outside world, and melted snow explains why that pervasive dampness surrounded you so entirely. That and perhaps the rain falling through any holes in the roof…which might be falling on you, if you’re unfortunate enough.
It almost looks like a library. Almost, because anything that could resemble a text has been smashed into dust; clay tablets, the scraps of some sort of writing upon them, lay in scattered fragments across the floor that you were once asleep on.
As do the forms of other creatures, be they awake or asleep themselves.
The land outside is a perpetual rainstorm, and aside from the building you’re in there isn’t a single scrap of civilization to be seen. Just where are you all?
No one can say. But perhaps banding together, you’ll be able to find your way to some form of civilization. …Provided of course, it’s not all ruin like the one you’re in.
ii. STARLIGHT, STARBRIGHT
A MINIOR INCIDENT
In exchange, they're happy to explain the festival to anyone who missed last year's: it's a celebration of wishes, excitement for the unknown, and hope for the future! Legend even says that if you close your eyes and wish upon a falling star, there's a strong Pokemon that can make it come true. All Pokemon agree that it's the strength of someone's willpower and heart that makes the biggest difference, but there are many superstitions about what will make your wish more likely to be heard. The most common this year seems to be that you should share your wish honestly with one other Pokemon - though there's a lot of light-hearted debate about whether it should be the first Pokemon you see after you open your eyes, or whether a friend of your choice is fine. Others will say that you should keep your eyes closed after you wish and stumble all the way home like that, or that you should draw a representation of your wish on the ground before moving.
Perhaps everyone's anticipation and all those superstitions do have some effect, because shortly after the festival begins - days before the peak of the meteor shower even arrives - occasional shooting stars start falling all the way to ground. They impact with loud cracks, scoring gouges in the ground and breaking chips off stone... and leaving broken shells behind them as they bounce. There's something very colorful inside: is that a Pokemon?
Miniors emerge from their shells dazed and confused, and while they respond and react to speech, the noises they make are practically impossible to understand in return. What is quickly clear, though, is that after falling they're too exhausted to immediately shoot back up... and that without their protective shells, their cores are starting to fade! Pokemon scramble to help, looking for safe containers the meteor Pokemon can recover their strength in. Sometimes, if a Minior is lucky, the pieces of their shell are still pretty intact and can just be tied together around them. Other times the nearest intact container is... less optimal.
Quick, grab that jam jar! Surely there's nothing more likely to make your wish come true than rescuing a fallen star, right?
iii. CHARACTER GROWTH
GROWING PAINS
A few scholars from the Archives can be heard debating on just what it was that caused this change. Some theorize it’s something to do with the weather; that visitor during the Longest Night evolved first, didn’t they? That was during record breaking waves of snowfall, so it must be meteorological.
Others point instead to the rifts that were appearing and creating so much havoc. Didn’t the brave Pokemon who fought those bounties remark on their strange appearances, as if it were an evolution gone wrong? The only problem with that theory is those bounties were encountered after that evolution during Longest Night…
It sounds like there was another theory that the rifts were the source of the otherworldly arrivals all along, and that Bottlecap Bap wouldn’t be seeing any new ones this time. So much for that one.
While the arguments continue with no end, the fair weather and festive moods have allowed the more innovative Pokemon of the region to pull together something they haven’t had the energy to pull off in quite some time - specifically, training mazes! As they explain it, Evolution is often sparked when a Pokemon acquires enough power to do so, taking that final push from battle to go even farther. The mazes are also just good for practice in the first place, and with rumors of a rescue operation for those missing scholars beyond the cliff, every bit of training counts…
…after all, they’ll only be sending Pokemon they think are capable!
MARCH-ING PROGRESS
The bee Pokemon is accompanied by several other high ranking members of his Guild and seems especially energized, practically buzzing with pride. He waits only for a short while - until there's enough of a crowd, perhaps, or until some designated time known only to him - before launching into what he has to say. Which is this: he and several of his High Rank Cheris have been volunteering extra time scouting, trying to determine more reliable ways through the malleable Forest. And with all their experimentation... they've actually discovered something!
It's already known that in much of the Forest, natural landmarks shift places and Pokemons' senses of time grow more and more distorted. The same happens with constructed landmarks, like someone making an arrow on the ground out of stones, or scratching a tree, or even putting up a hasty sign - and those experiences have taught Pokemon mostly not to bother, doing their best to trust in their innate sense of direction instead. But as it turns out... the Cheri Berries have discovered that sometimes, deliberately constructed landmarks do stay in place, tacking down the forest around them!
They're still trying to figure out the details. It's clear that it takes building something more than in passing - simple signs are still a no-go - but that isn't all of it, as they've still had their experiments disappear on them. Is it to do with specific spots in the woods? If so, why those locations particularly? Is it a type of construction? About all they can say is that they're reasonably confident now that it's nothing to do with the materials used, as they've tested each one individually and in some simple combinations.
However! Ribombee excitedly motions forward Aurorus, one of the Pokemon on stage with him. The contrast is almost comical: the small Ribombee, with his voice lively enough for three Pokemon, and the huge, tall Aurorus, who seems bashful to be on stage. The dinosaur Pokemon flutters his sails shyly, but goes on to say that he found a conveniently central spot in the woods where something he built has been sticking, and he kept coming back to try and stretch it into the beginnings of a road without much success... and then Ribombee suggested expanding it into a Forest Waystation instead! Even without a full road, something like that will make voyages through the woods more predictable, since you can split your journey into two shorter parts with consistent stopping points. Besides that, it'll be a great base for foraging, and they can station some Pokemon there to provide emergency medical treatment at short notice - something that seems especially necessary with how many teams were disabled by those over-evolved Pokemon recently!
"It really just feels like pinning down a perfect possibility," Aurorus concludes.
The end of his explanation is followed by clapping from the side of the stage, where Polteageist enters with praise, telling Ribombee that he and the Cheris have done excellent work. If anything, Polteageist is even more interested in the Cheri's experiments than the Waystation; they're quick to encourage the Cheris to submit the results so far to the Archives, as they'd love to take a look. They'd be happy to assign some Lum Berries to provide support and have the guilds cooperate. (Polteageist doesn't say anything about the Oran Berries, however... is someone still annoyed about the standings?)
There's a sense of genuine comradery between the two guild leaders for a moment... until Polteageist continues. "And in fact, your Waystation feels like the perfect spot to base a point for what I'm here to announce."
Teleportation points. That's what Polteageist is here to announce. Is this what all their sleepless nights have been about? Regardless: it's now possible to send large groups of Pokemon out to wherever is necessary at a fraction of the Psychic Pokemon effort. No longer will Psychic Pokemon have to teleport one Pokemon at a time, and tire themselves out sending an entire team - instead, with a special room constructed to amplify their abilities, a team of Psychics can teleport the entire interior at once!
Now, this isn't fully ready yet, Polteageist clarifies. They've only got one prototype, hidden in the Archives, and things can't be teleported back to the room. For this to be an effective use of resources, Polteageist is picturing building finalized points at useful locations, such as Skull Town and the to-be Forest Waystation. Outside of emergencies and special expeditions, these rooms will be used for scheduled warps several times a day rather than on demand. And anyone who's being warped out on an expedition will still have to return on foot. Still - it's a massive improvement! There will no longer be a need for a day-long trek just to go between Bottlecap Bay and Skull Town, and emergency supplies can be transferred seamlessly to deal with situations like February's avalanche! So Polteageist is sharing this now to provide context for quests they'll be posting on the questboard in the coming months.
With this announcement, nearly all the Pokemon in the crowd lose interest in gossiping about the Forest Waystation - this is so much more exciting, after all! Ribombee is left to leave the stage with a half-hearted glare at his fellow guild leader... but as he and his group of stage Cheris head back to the Canopy, the bee Pokemon's wings seem to flutter more tiredly than before.
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Well, if Napstablook is going to be here, Flowey might as well meet them on his terms. He honestly isn't sure how much they remember, if anything at all; they were the only one whose soul he didn't absorb.
The Sunkern hops up to Napstablook with a big grin on his face. It's always important to make a good first impression!
"Howdy!" he says. "I'm Flowey! Flowey the Sunkern!"
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Straight after that morbid question they'd asked- a plant with a familiar cheery voice but unfamiliar form hops up to them to introduce himself, too. This seems to cheer them up even more, actually. "oh... hi flowey... i'm.. napstablook.... if you didn't know... or if you forgot... i'm a lizard now, i think..." This "sunkern" he was- whether Flowey was from this strange world or was put into a new body too- it seemed to make him happy, which made them happier, too, along with seeing someone from the Underground- or resembling someone from the Underground- and of course the kind mushroom man.
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"First time being transformed, huh?" he says, ominous as ever. "You must be so confused! Don't worry, your pal Flowey will help you out!"
Wow, it would be way easier to kill them now that he has a type advantage on them! (Don't think that, he reminds himself.)
"First, you'll need to learn how to move again! Start with some baby steps, pal! I'll catch you if you fall!"
Notably, the Sunkern doesn't have arms to catch them with.
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Looks like Flowey was being spooky. How welcoming! But- 'first time being transformed'...? There was a little questioning shift in their expression at that, quickly becoming just the sad smile they'd begun to wear. They wouldn't pry, but it was actually a little concerning. Still, they weren't going to weigh down Flowey's mood.
"okay..." they said, wondering if Flowey was just being friendly or if they could be friends, eventually. Napstablook would never say this aloud, but, as highlighted by the stripes, he was just a kid himself. Amusing then, even though they weren't one for jokes, for him to call them baby steps. But- oh, this was awkward with him being a Sunkern, wasn't it..? Yet usually the polite thing was to just not bring that disparity up. Maybe they'd hop, eventually, though, if it made them seem more equal now that the ghost had been given legs for some reason. Children liked feeling more equal, right?
So they tried to get up to sit, failing right away with an apologetic look as they sank right back down under the gravity and the rain.
(the stripes = kid connection... very funny and apt xD)
If only he could reveal he used to know how to walk- and even engaged in it, himself- without revealing information about himself.
So long as they're going to be here a while, he thinks they might as well make conversation. Unfortunately, he already knows just about everything there is to know about Napstablook, as he did with every monster in the Underground, and he doesn't want to bring the conversation back to himself.
After a moment of thought, he says: "Creepy place, isn't it? Looks like you appeared in the ruins of this old guild!"
(you and Flowey immediately sought out another Flowey roleplayer this test drive, haha =] )
Napstablook should've known Flowey would immediately catch on to that, especially given their own difficulty holding on to things.
They attempt to balance themself up with their lizard front legs, balancing up on the elbows to more easily lift themself up physically, in a moment.
"i... guess it is... fitting place for a ghost- former ghost like me... though you probably care more about what it used to be, right..? the guild... "
(hello, fellow flowey RPer!)
He thinks over their words. If he drops too much of this world's mysteries on them right now, it might be counterintuitive... but he has no desire to sugarcoat things, either. If they're not going to treat him like a dumb kid, he at least owes them that much.
"This dump-- I mean, ancient ruin with a wealth of secrets? I discovered it with a team a while back," he says. "It was destroyed ages ago, taking the old guild members with it. The cause remains unknown."
Even though he's almost been here a full year, there's still so much he doesn't know. It's both exciting and very frustrating.
"Speaking of guilds, here's a heads up for you! If you stick around, you'll probably get recruited into a guild. One of the non-destroyed ones, I mean!"
((edit: ooc note, if you get a discord friend request from someone with 'andrea' in the username, that's me :]))]
(Howdy, howdy, new friend! This'll be fun)
"even though their... d-dusting place is... ruins now... i'm glad you found it.... and then me today..."
As a former Waterfall resident, they especially knew that dumps were more valuable than they might seem to outsiders. Even they knew what the associations were with garbage, though.
To them, someone's dying place- it was never to be disrespected by ruining it further. Hopefully what remained of the dead didn't mind them being here- or any scavenging.
Instead of letting themself cry over the dead and the ruined- Flowey always seemed like crying bothered him a little, maybe- Napstablook lifts themself up on trembling arms and "claw" hands, trying to get their back legs to grip on the ground and pull all of them up.
"...you must be proud of your guild... just, in general."
Flowey'd let them know if this bothered him, wouldn't he?
The thought pangs at their heart and soul- reminding them of the strong- and the shy- people back home, who would do the same speaking up, mostly.
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Their next words almost make him burst out laughing. Proud of the Cheri Berries? Watching that stuck-up bug who calls himself their leader get upstaged was the highlight of his entire month.
"Golly, you said it," he lies. Well, Flowey supposes that the members of the guild (himself especially) have done some good things for the community, and that's worthy of some pride. "We all have to work together! Pokemon might be weak individually, but we're strong together!"
As a little Sunkern, he knows that better than anyone.
"Say, ambulatory issues aside... do you see yourself as more of an explorer, fighter, or scholar?"
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Napstablook manages to pull themself up into a sitting position, like they'd seen other monsters, like Temmies or Froggits, or even animals- well, a non-monster lizard is an animal- do.
They smile, their tail unconsciously curling and uncurling a little in triumph.
"pokemon... so that's.."
they were going to say 'what these creatures are' but they didn't want to offend the unsentimental plant- er, Sunkern- and they weren't going to ask Flowey about whether he was more creature or plant, either.
"what i am now..."
Their eyes shake a little, but the former ghost clearly is not going to be crying right now, for negative or positive emotions.
"if pokemon... work together like this..."
"um...."
"is an explorer close enough to a farmer...?" the sobble sheepishly asks the Sunkern child.