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The Indigo League ([personal profile] indigo_league) wrote in [community profile] ohmyarceus2016-08-01 06:04 pm
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August-September Testo Doraivu!

TEST DRIVE MEME






➞ Post with a character you wish to test drive in this game's setting.
➞ Tag other people's starters and thread out shenanigans!
➞ Invite your friends! Try out new characters! Come play with us!
➞ Have fun!


NOT SURE WHERE TO BEGIN YOUR TEST-DRIVE JOURNEY?
CHECK OUT ALL THE LOCATIONS WE HAVE AVAILABLE IN:

JOHTO | and | KANTO


ALSO, AS PROMPTS FOR YOUR CONSIDERATION: Last month's mini-events!

Effect: Friday, July 8: Flower Gift - All day, despite the season, flowers drift down from the sky. They’re harmless, beautiful, and smell lovely, but if trainers aren’t careful, they might end up trudging through rosedrifts up to their knees before long.
Swarm: Tuesday, July 12: Spinda
Effect: Friday, July 15 to Sunday, July 17: Worry Seed - Affected characters won’t be able to get any sleep. Does that make your character cranky? Does it damage their brain-to-mouth filter? The effects can last as little or as long as you’d like over this weekend.
Effect/Swarm Double Duty: Friday, July 22: Surf - Large waves appear in all bodies of water, including things like bathtubs and your Sawsbucks drinks (it’s just bean water, you know). Be careful on the ocean, but also, hang ten, dudes! The waves won’t destroy anything, but trainers are going to get wet on this ride. Also, oh god, small jellyfish Pokemon (Tentacool, Frillish, Inkay) happen to be swarming randomly in these bodies of water. GANBATTE, VICTORY ROAD.
Effect: Friday, July 29: Haze - The forecast is misty inside and out on this oddly cool July day. Affected trainers will find it difficult to remember things, whether those happened long ago or just five minutes past. The memories aren’t gone, of course, it’s just…foggy.
Swarm: Sunday, July 31: Illumise and Volbeat


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[personal profile] usedlightscreen 2016-08-21 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
[...Well, that is an answer. North is lucky his hands are full of tiny flower babies, but Rosa looks up at him with worry in her little eyes. He rubs her head with one of his thumbs to reassure her.]

It's. Wow, it's good to see you.

[It's definitely a surprise, is what it is. Also he isn't lying, it is definitely preferable to see Agent Maine, whole and healthy, than the Meta.

Timelines, man, What are you going to do.]
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[personal profile] rememberthemaim 2016-08-21 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oh, good. Agent North does like the flower demons. He was worried for a minute, that North had been replaced with something who didn't like pretty but annoying little bitches.

You know. Like South. Man, that is some shrink work there. They should take these flower things to the Counselor and show him how they explain North's whole deal in two minutes.

At the statement, his hand automatically starts to his missing helmet. Instinct tells him the feed is wrong, because he can always see the clock, but - no armor, no helmet, no clock.
]

Been ten minutes.

[ Seriously, A and B team only split up about 8 minutes ago. The mission window was tight. Dying didn't take that long, buddy.

... oh, wait. Maybe it did. Damn, he must've been in a coma after that truck. Maine frowns at this. He knows he's going to go young, one of these days, but he always hoped he'd go quick.
]
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[personal profile] usedlightscreen 2016-08-21 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
[...Right. Timelines.]

It's been.

[...Technically only about a year]

A couple years, for me. Time passes differently here.
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[personal profile] rememberthemaim 2016-08-21 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ That's too abstract for him, and the best he can manage is a grunted 'huh.' There's a very pointed look that travels the length of North, because he doesn't look all that different to Maine.

He wouldn't say anything about that, regardless. If he insulted North's delicate sensibilities, he might let go of the shrieky daisy that won't stop saying 'fla, fla, fla.'
]

In hell.

[ In reality, Maine has been told several different times and ways that he is not, in fact, in hell or seeing his life pass before his eyes or in the dreams of a medically induced coma. He hasn't believed any of them, but he'll believe what North says in response to this. He'll trust a Freelancer. ]
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[personal profile] usedlightscreen 2016-08-21 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
[North isn't doing anything in particular to hold the Flabebe back, but she's bemusedly staying with her new Cool Big Sis for a moment. Partly because she's also receiving pets from North's other hand.]

I wouldn't call it hell. It's certainly different from what we're used to, but the aesthetics are a little lacking.

It can be hard to accept, especially since there's no real reason why we're here, but Johto just kind of is what it is.
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[personal profile] rememberthemaim 2016-08-21 01:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ North also isn't being aggressively cold towards it. Maine was having trouble being outright mean it - it's a flower; today is ridiculous. But he had been refusing to pet it, hold it, or even put it in a ball to shut it up. The balls are for keeping the critters, and he does not want to do that.

If it comes after him again, he could put it into a ball and throw it off a cliff. That's a good solution. But it won't, it likes North and North likes stupid things so that's done.

The aesthetics? North's gone soft. Who notices shit like that? Maine does glance around, since it's been mentioned, and try to take in less of the concrete details (flowers, three trees, big rock) and more of the actual appearance (....). He snorts dismissively at all the color.

He also refuses to accept the idea that they're here for no reason. There's always a reason why two Freelancers are in the same place.
]

Here cause we're dead?

[ He had meant it to be a statement, but Maine's voice lifts up a note or three, on the last word. He's become unsure, now. It was a weak hell; he ain't going to heaven. Probably not going the same place as North anyway. ]
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[personal profile] usedlightscreen 2016-08-22 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
[North has gone fairly soft, thank you for noticing.]

...

[He hesitates before he answers. He sure as fuck is, and York is. And maybe Maine is too, if you want to get semantic about when Maine died and left only the Meta in his place.

But Carolina's not. Tucker's not. So many of the other people from other worlds are still very much alive.]


Not everyone is. It's not an afterlife, it's more a place that draws people in.

[For some people, they happen to be brought here after their deaths.]
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[personal profile] rememberthemaim 2016-08-22 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ Yep, that's Maine. He has nothing better to do than to notice when the rest of you are losing your edge (actually, he plays pretty close attention to some of them, because they do idiot things like jumping off buildings without parachutes). The rest, he pays attention because he wants to know when they'll stop being competition.

North is the former, and his refusal to say "no we aren't dead" means that they are. He can get as pretty about it as he wants. They're dead.

He's... going to need some time with that one, especially since North wouldn't know the condition of Carolina and Wash. Maine would feel less angry about it if he knew that or had someone's face to break. Not North, what's the point? Maine'll just have to walk this one off.

So he starts walking, with a nod and a noncommittal sound of acceptance. Although he does clip North's shoulder hard with his own as he blows right on past him, it's almost an affectionate bump. He doesn't do hugs.