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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It is only Henry.
He looks down at the heavy Pokemon in his paws with a weary sympathy. He isn't sure when people are going to stop showing up here, and from the sounds of it, this guy was McGoing Thru It before he arrived. He doesn't ask though.
"We're still human inside," he says quietly. "That won't change." Or at least it hasn't yet. "We don't know why this is happening to us, but the people here are helping us."
He dripfeeds this information because he can tell this is going to be an ordeal.
"What's your name?"
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Simon had never seen or felt anything less human in his life.
The minior in Henry's hands (or... claws?) begins shaking even harder. It's practically quaking at this point, and it's not clear from the outside whether the emotion causing this is anger or fear or both--or neither. But asking its name doesn't make it stop--and the ambiguity disappears really fucking fast, too.
"My name? My fucking name? You want my name?! Why don't you tell me my name?! Huh??? Why don't you fucking tell me my name again!!"
He's not making that mistake. Not this time, not ever. That was his clue and its mistake, and he's not going to let go of that now. He's not giving it a chance to get one past him that way. He knows what it knows, which is too much. But he's not so easy, he's not going to give it what it wants. Not without a fight.
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"Shit!"
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He sits, panting, and clinging to Simon like he might float away.
"I'm so sorry."
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The bad news is that this is unsettling to the point of actually being scary. It's also terrifyingly confusing.
"What happened? What was that?" He's trying not to freak out too audibly, but he is very audibly very freaked out. "What did you do??"
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Because... well, he is. He has no idea what his physical possibility is. He exists, quite literally, in the dark. He can't see. He can't feel his own body. Until this exact moment, he assumed that this meant something dire. At best he could imagine complete paralysis, or maybe a dream state. But more likely it was worse--some absorption or expansion into a greater monstrous entity like that horrible, too-human inhumanity of the blood ocean's invention.
The idea of being held, and dropped, physically... doesn't fit the mould.
"You just... dropped me. Um, dropped me how? Like a... rock? What--what did you drop?" He's so in over his head, so out of his depth, so overwhelmed and unprepared for any of it; he can feel himself struggling to understand even this much. But he has to. He has to. Piece by piece. Put it all together. He has to.
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"You're a little rock creature now. You have a shell. It was almost broken off when you landed, but I healed you. It's, eh..." Explaining this world was so hard. Still, he tries. Simon deserves an explanation "I'm some kind of dinosaur thing with wings. My friend is a fire wolf. My other friend is a pink fox thing with ribbons...feelers? Something like that...we're all Pokemon now. It's a lot to get used to. I'm sorry this happened to you."
He then decides to try and ask Simon a little about himself. Maybe it would calm him down?
"What was happening for you before...this?"
So much for not asking, anyway how's that blood ocean sound to you, Henry?
A... rock?
A rock... creature?
Simon tries to wrap his head around that. His first thought, completely absurdly, is rocks aren't alive.
Who cares if rocks are alive? He was just in an ocean of human blood, fighting the manipulative mind of a distorted, amalgamated monstrosity of 'human' remains. He was possibly just fighting against God.
At best, it was aliens. At worst, blasphemy and spite. So who gives a fuck if rocks aren't alive!
And as Henry continues.... the rock thing actually sounds vastly less weird and confusing than anything else being described to him. Which does not feel good, actually. It feels horrible. And Simon feels ill and lost.
"Uhhhh," he says out loud. "I died." This is not the most effective explanation, and he's already said that. But it's important. It's really actually important.
"I was in the--I was in the blood ocean. I don't know if I met God, or if I found... something else, but I saw it, and then it found me. It found me, it saw me. I saw it. It saw me. I--" He starts out sounding... fine. Almost normal, if confused. Like he's trying to remember--or perhaps simply trying to find words for the memory of something that happened too vividly, or too distantly, or both.
"I didn't want to die. I wanted to--to go home. Wanted to be done. I wanted to live. I just wanted to fucking live. That's all I wanted! That's all I was trying to do, I didn't care if they lied to me, I was going to live! But not--not like that. Not as part of it, or--or some new thing."
The pathetic, confused, desperate man that was speaking moments ago has changed. His voice has changed, morphing almost too-quickly into that of a confused, desperate, angry man, inches away from the desperate, angry, violent one who refused to give his name.
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He kind of wishes he wasn't carrying this other Pokemon so close to his body as Simon's disposition rises and dips. He's never seen one of these Minior hurt another Pokemon, but that doesn't mean they can't.
"I think I died a few times," says Henry in a voice edged with embarrassment. When he died, he woke up again in his room. Both lucky and unlucky. "Not here, but..."
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If Henry ever needs that.
But perhaps that's not completely shocking, considering how quickly the 90 lb rock in Henry's claws veers towards volatility, how easily his fear or grief becomes rage.
"A few times?" This information does, at least, catch Simon's attention enough to pull him partway back to a reality he is sharing with Henry. "How do you die that much?"
He does, however, manage to make that sound a little judgmental.