ohmyarceus | FEBRUARY - MARCH TEST DRIVE MEME

Phoneaholic

[You bet your buns that Ryuu is going to be all over this world's version of Instagram! His most recent post is a photo of him and his Audino in Cherrygrove City. She sporting a rather adorable cherry patterned bow, his own headband replaced with a cherry patterned one as well, and there's a rather fabulous sunset behind them as they crouch at the water's edge, both making the peace sign with their fingers and grinning.]

This place looks so much cooler than in that one game! And check out Sakura's new bow. #cute #kawaii #audino #cherry #cherries

[The final post itself was probably more hashtags than actual words. Teenagers.]

Cherrygrove City

[Ryuu continued to fill out his post for a few more minutes, adding hashtags and text before posting with a nod. He gave Sakura a pat on the head and she made a delighted noise. Thank god this place had phones! Well, PokeGears, but it was close enough.]

You're really adorable, you know that? Too bad the others can't see this place. I wonder if any of them even played the games. Anyway, let's go check this place out some more!

[He pushed himself up, dusting off his pants of the sand and ended up backing right into someone!]

Oh! Sorry, totally wasn't looking where I was going. I didn't hit you too hard, did I?

Graceful Loser

[Sakura whimpered as Ryuu sprayed the potion on her, healing her up as they sat on the side of the route. A lot of things were like that one game series but it was a little different up close and personal like this. He lost a bit of money and Sakura got hurt!]

Aw, I'm sorry, Sakura. Guess we need to pick our battles a bit better, huh?

[She nodded with a sniffle. He was the first to say females who cried were the worst, but it was a little different with these guys, wasn't it? Besides, she was so cute! Cute things shouldn't cry!]

I used to battle all the time, y'know? Could use fire magic and everything! But I lost sometimes too, so I get it. We just gotta get stronger, I know you can do it! Right?

[She seemed to brighten and nodded once more.]

'Atta girl! Oh, hey! [He noticed someone coming down the road and waved them over!] Do you happen to have another potion to spare? I'm getting low and I think I need just one more to fix up Sakura.

[Video]
Wyatt, our dinner problems are solved!

[This doesn't look to be an intentional video, given the low positioning and very slight dutch angle on the camera. All that's seen is a pair of- really, really big feet and the hems on some violently red pants striding confidently into view before the off-camera sets down a bunch of- okay, those are definitely pecha berries. The kind trainers are definitely, under-no-circumstances not supposed to eat ever?]

There was a whole buncha bushes just full of these guys-

[And, yeah. A yellow-gloved hand reaches down and picks up one of the berries, quickly followed by a soft biting sound and a quick beat of incredibly pregnant silence.]

....AAAAAAAAAAAA-

[Yeah, those are definitely pecha berries.]

[This guy's lung capacity is pretty impressive, given how hard the berries can make it to breath. He runs past the camera a few times, still not letting up or stopping, until he's eventually cut off by an offscreen splash and exaggerated guzzling sound.]

[-and then resumes less than a minute later as the broadcasting trainer runs back across screen in the distance, with what looks to be a raging Tentacool clinging to the top of his head like the world's worst bathing cap.]

[The focus on the video shifts as a small Pokemon slowly ambles into view, unperturbed by its owner's distress. It backs up, apparently making sure it's fully visible before giving an expressive sort-of-shrug.]

Wynaut!

[And then it trundles forward to click off the broadcast. Seems like that's all, folks.]

[Ruins of Alph]
Excuse me, p-p-p-lease? I was wondering if you could help me with something-

[And if you look in any way possibly helpful -or definitively UNhelpful, honestly- you are being offered a hand.]

[Or specifically, a Tranpinch that seems determined to swallow the hand that's currently entirely in its toothy mouth.]

Little guy really doesn't wanna come off, hoo boy does this hurt.

[Text]
exploding rocks

exploding rocks mnt morder

how to tell which rocks explode

how do i tell which rocks explode

dexter help

[Wildcard]
[Hit me with your best shot.]

Edited 2019-02-03 08:00 (UTC)

[A]

[ Time for another video from everyone's favorite clown girl Harley Quinn and she's beaming so bright you might need to turn down the settings on your screen.]

HEY! HEY You guys!!! Why didn't anyone tell me there were Hyena Pokemon!?!

[She turns the camera to a pair of Poochyena who are the moment wrestling in the dirt, growling and snapping at one another. Harley's Snubbull looks nervous and is edging it's way around the fight trying to find a good way to break it up even though they are clearly just rough housing.]

Oh I want them!!! I just need good names. Would it be cheating to name them after my Hyena's at home? Last time I saw them they had just had babies and were so happy even if they don't get to run wild we me anymore.

[Turns the camera back on her. but keeps it angled so you can see the perfect puppies in the background as they decide Snubbull clearly wants to play and tag team tackle him.]

So that leads me to my question! Got any pokemon you named after people or things from home? Tell me about em! I love hearing your stories!

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[B]

Step by step you make your way deeper into the cave. Which cave are you exploring? It doesn't really matter because the point is as you try to avoid tripping over your own two feet in the dark damp cave...a scream explodes from behind you and echos all around you.

Followed by cursing. Lots of cursing.

"BATS! Why did it have to be BATS!?!"

The sound of thousands of wings and three pairs of feet are rushing up on you fast as Harley Quinn...dressed like a miner, a Snubbull and a Mawile all running for their lives with Harley holding a beat up looking Spinda in her arms.

And behind her? A cloud of Zubats, some Golbats and a Crobat or two.

And the worst part of all is they are coming RIGHT AT YOU!!!

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[C]

Occasionally Harley likes to get back to doing what she used to do before her life turned into a series of dumb jokes, hyper violent panels and a revolving door of artists each with their own idea of just how scantily clad she should be.

That is, she liked to be a Psychologist.

After all she spent years studying herself in circles and far too much tuition money to just let that degree gather dust...even if it was back in her own world hanging on the wall of her apartment.

But because of her current life traveling around she couldn't exactly have a stationary office could she?

And so you find yourself walking by, perhaps it's a park or just a patch of open grass in a busy city that no one was using? But she's set herself up a little booth with a sign hanging from a cheap fold out table.

Psychiatric help: Pay what you can.

The Doctor is: In.

And behind the table lounging and thumbing through a Comic Book is a Harley but she's cleaned herself up a bit. Her blond hair is done up in a bun, though streaks of blue and red are still clear. She's wearing a doctors coat and glasses in what might pass as a half decent attempt to look professional.

Do you dare take her up on her offer?

Edited 2019-02-03 15:13 (UTC)

[Roll for Initiative suckahs!]

"HEY! Hey you with the butt where your face should be!"

There's a 13 year old girl yelling at you and running towards you holding a voltorb over her head. You should probably do something about that.

"Our eyes met facebutt! So throwdown or get mowed down!!"

You only get a couple seconds to act before she throws the Voltorb at you! Better think fast!

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[Old habits die hard.]

The Johto region is known for many things, one of which being a reasonably low cost of living. This allows for trainers to live off their battles and the occasional odd job without much difficulty.

In theory no one should have to be digging through the dumpster and yet...there's a pair of gangly legs with knobby knees and untied sneakers sticking out of a dumpster while an exasperated Lopunny holds open a grocery bag for whatever is thrown out of the dumpster.

"Those fools tellin' me we don't need guns are gonna be BEGGIN' me for some Tiny Tina originals once The Handsome sorcerer reveals his true intentions! We have to be ready squire or he'll murder our faces!"

The Lopunny grabs at her own face looking worried about it's safety and due to this misses catching a large remote control that's been thrown from the dumpster. It clatters on the sidewalk at your feet as you pass by. If you hadn't noticed the dumpster diver before you will now.

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[I don't brew the Tea I just serve it.]

Congratulations! You have been invited to a tea party at the behest of Lady Tina of Blowupyourfaceheim.

The date is set, the location is a shop in Ecruteak city...is she even allowed to host parties in someone else's shop? Well only one way to find out! Best dress smartly or the hostess might eject you rather violently.

When you arrive at the SerenTea Shop, Tina is waiting for you at the door bouncing on the balls of her sneakers. Somewhere she got her hands on a Kimono but she had no idea how to tie it so she's wearing it tied around her shoulders like a cape. She's also sporting a cute flower crown and at her side looking rather sharp in his bowtie is a Pignite.

"Greetings and Salutations!" Tina calls in a over the top flowery aristocratic accent to get you to hurry along.

I - Network

Anyone know where a princess can find a place to sleep around here? It's been a while since I've been out of my tower.

Also, why is a deer following me? It's better than a donkey, but still odd.

II - Cherrygrove City

[It's a city. Oh, knights and ladies, it's a city. Fiona can't help running around and looking at everything she can see. So many people, so many new creatures to learn about and see! It's such a change from the tower, and such a change from Far, Far Away too.

Every so often, she'll walk up to someone and eye their partner curiously.]

Excuse me, what kind of creature is your friend there? They look amazing!

[A: Devotional Atrophy]

[If there had ever been question of how far from home he is, it would be pointless to bring it forth now.

Harald supposes there could be civilisations of long-past in the world that he's simply never heard of, for he is not all-knowing like his deity. Rather, it's the lack of record of anything else that has him so perturbed, the lack of any record of his own home, his own gods. There is so much in this world to witness, yes, but in the end the perpetual loneliness he feels wins over his desire to explore. He is alone in this world. Odin is gone.

He doesn't want to dwell on the ever-unsettling sensation of being here by himself after so long with a presence beside him. There's so much he wants to see, and he'll do what he can to push his mind off of it. Currently, to varying success, this involves wandering the market streets of Ecruteak City, browsing the wares of various stalls and occasionally striking up conversation with one of the shopkeepers. If nothing else, he at least looks to be in a pleasant enough mood.

He's still speaking with someone as he takes a step to the side, bidding them goodbye before intending to walk away-- only to accidentally bump into another person nearby. Harald quickly recovers and moves back to give them some space, lowering his head slightly.]

Oh! I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going...!

[Near his own feet, a two-tailed Vulpix trills in amusement.]

[B: Another Mythology]

[Just because his own gods are not of this world doesn't mean there aren't other mythological wonders to explore. Furthermore, just because he's devoted to one mythology doesn't mean he won't be interested in others.

If anything, Harald is quite excited to immerse himself in ancient mysteries. Investigating old lore is a personal favourite pastime of his, and though he obviously doesn't know everything, he's still familiar with a great deal of his world's myths on a baseline level. Here, however?

Everything is new, exciting, and he is here for it.]

My, my... What do you make of this, Sulfr? [he asks aloud to the Vulpix wagging its tails at his feet. The pair is staring at a string of Unown symbols on the wall. Harald glances back and forth between the writing and his PokéGear. Meanwhile, the Vulpix - Sulfr, it seems - paws at more symbols on the ground.

Sulfr begins to yip, and Harald turns to find that he has some company.] Aah, I see that there are plenty of others interested in this kind of thing. This place is a wonderful oddity, is it not?

[C: Absent Melancholy]

Sulfr, look there...

[Harald doesn't recall there being reports of any Spheals along the Ice Path. He certainly hasn't seen any around the area before now, and when he checks his PokéGear, he finds no information regarding such a presence either. What a puzzling scenario.

He's hesitant to approach it, for he doesn't want to startle the little one into fleeing. Does this Spheal belong to a trainer, perhaps? It's the only one around as far as he can tell... He chooses to set a berry nearby and retreat to watch and give it some space.

Sure enough, the Spheal notices the treat in wait, but instead of waddling over, it rolls until it's reached the berry. Harald has never seen anything like that before.]

Ohhh...

[The Spheal, soon satisfied, begins to roll off down the path. A fascinated glimmer in his eyes, Harald begins to follow it, taking small steps behind the little Pokémon as it continues its journey. Sulfr hops beside him.]

...so cute...

[WILDCARD: It's a TDM, hit me with whatever!]

[A. Text]

_{[What's this? Unlimited data and no bossy coworkers to breathe down the back of his neck? That's clearly a recipe for disaster, especially because at 3am there's a new photo posted on your social media of choice or the network of a Lotad and a Quagsire seated in a booth belonging to an Arboky's, along with at least two dozen trays of curly fries on the table.

The Quagsire itself seems to be doing its best impression of a swing-lid garbage can by shoveling as many as it can in its mouth at once, while the Lotad is simply munching away at one very, very long curly fry with a basket of said fries balanced on the lilypad on its back.]}

okay listen i've been to dozens of worlds but this place is seriously one of the best for one huuuuuuuuuuuge reason and check this out! is it legal to live in an arboky? i wanna live here

i'm so not going back to the castle now

#CURLY FRIES

_{[And then a few moments later, he replies to himself;]}

aw man the hearttags dont work here but it's close enough

[B. Video]

Hey, guys? My, uh... This is gonna sound totally weird and out of the blue, but does anyone know how to get a Gyarados out of a hallway?

_{[The screen - which had only been showing part of Demyx's face and the wall - moves a bit so he can angle it past his shoulder to show a very large, very long Gyarados wedged in the door to one of the big department stores. Is it the one in Goldenrod? Celadon? Who knows. Wherever it is, it's a problem. It's also not clear as to whether or not Demyx is inside or outside at the moment.

Water Danger Noodle is too big, yo.]}

Long story short, he... sort of evolved as we were going in and his ball kiiiiiiiinda got crushed and I don't think this place has enough butter and I know I don't have nearly enough munny for what they do have.

[C. Out and about]

_{At some point, you may come across Demyx trying to peek into the windows of one of the gyms. They sure didn't look like any sort of gym he's seen before, especially with the high number of people much younger than him who would go in and out looking a little dejected or over the moon. There's an Inkay haphazardly perched on his shoulder, and a Shuckle nibbling on a berry near his feet. She could care less about whatever is going on in there, but she's not about to sit by and let these two get into trouble!]}

I don't know about this, guys... Gyms usually mean having to work out where I'm from, and that usually means sweating which is kinda gross. Do you really wanna go in there? That huge rock snake from earlier even looked like he got his butt whooped by whatever they've got inside!

_{[Both Pokemon seem awfully small and young to be taking on a gym like this one, but boy that Inkay seems bound and determined judging by those cute little chirping sounds it's starting to make!]}

Margaret, c'mon! Talk him out of it!

Edited 2019-02-17 21:02 (UTC)

[A. Network]

Now now, no need to get upset with one another.

[Luxord's voice can just barely be heard over the squabbling of some Pokemon, his 'gear being held by his Pawniard who wants nothing to do with this.

The squabbling Pokemon are a Aipom and a Meowth, the former holding a deck of cards out of the Meowth's reach.]

You do realize that most card games are for multiple players, yes?

[The Meowth huffs and flicks her tail, hissing at the Aipom who just hops away with a triumphant look. Luxord finally comes into view with a small Sableye on his shoulder who is happily munching on some gold coins.]

If you two are done now we can get back to practicing. The sooner you two learn the rules, the sooner we can pay a visit to the casino. [The blonde smirks and his Pawniard sighs, earning a glance from her trainer.] ...Really, Ace?

[Yes, dear trainer. She's going to make sure everyone knows you're trying to swindle people.]

[B. Goldenrod City]

A rather good haul if I do say so myself.

[Tossing a few coins up into the air and catching them, Luxord smirking lazily as he strolled down the street with his Pawniard, Meowth, Ekans, and Aipom in tow. His Sableye was, as usual, perched on his shoulder munching on some coins, churring and purring contently.

Best. Day. Ever.

His pockets were loaded and they'd easily afford a fancy hotel room for a few nights, Luxord already planning to visit the Game Corner before then to score another haul. Being a Rocket was all fine and well but it hardly provided him the amount of money he needed to maintain the way of life he wanted.

Thus, gambling and betting.]

I wonder if this world has races of any sort. It may be worth looking into. [The blonde pauses as they come upon a small food stand, the smell tempting enough to draw his attention and he let's out a thoughtful noise.] Shall we spoil ourselves a bit? [His Ekans drew itself up and let out a hiss of agreement as Ace, his Pawniard, stopped to consider the offer--

and his Meowth and Aipom took it upon themselves to bombard the food stand.

Luxord sighed as chaos ensued, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose as Swindle and Decker assaulted the poor vendor, counting down under his breath before letting his hand drop.]

Both of you, get back here now!

[Wildcard!]

Hit me with anything you want!

[A; Network]

so hey, big question nerds
just what else is there to do in this crazy world
I get that the weird monster fighting deal is the big thing everyone's into
and lemme tell you it's fun beating money out of a few chumps for a while
but even that gets old

come on, there's gotta be some fun parties to crash or something going on, right???
gimme something here

[B; Action]

[Over her fifteen years of life, Lena's gotten used to the feeling of being watched in a bad way, the feeling of an evil claw scraping down your spine. Even when Magica wasn't manifesting inside her shadow ranting and raving or belittling her and whatever she was doing or feeling, Lena knew she was there, watching her every little move. And no matter how much she was used to it, it still made her massively uncomfortable. So when that creeping, heavy feeling at her back hangs over her once more, she lets out a grumble, pausing in her stroll down the city's streets.

Behind her, the late afternoon sun casts a shadow, long and... somewhat wider than the gangly teenage girl's normal shadow looks.]

You can quit it now.

[For a moment, it's not clear who exactly she's talking to... until her misshapen shadow moves, and the telltale red eyes and wide grinning mouth of a Gengar appear in the shadow's face, shaking with a hissing sort of cackle. Despite Lena's commands, the pokemon doesn't move.]

C'mon, I said quit it you dumb bag of gas!

[With a hop, Lena tries to jump and slam her feet down on the pokemon, but as it clung to her shadow, the Gengar moved with it, avoiding the girl's sneakers and laughing even louder.]

Uuuugh, I'm serious! Get out of there or I swear I'm gunna--!

[Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Her attempted attacks don't seem to do anything, but Lena's sure as heck still trying. And it's not simple annoyance on her face, for those who are watching close enough; there's a sort of discomfort creeping in, a bit of desperation to get her Gengar at least fully corporeal again and under control. She.... could probably use a little help. Probably.

... Okay, definitely. She could definitely use a little help.]

[C; Wildcard]

[Throw something else at me! Wanna hash something out for this option? Shoot a PP over at

Kiyuukins and I'm def willing to work with almost anything.]

( new bark city )

[ outside the pokemart in new bark city, you'll find a man who looks very out of place. with white hair, a red leather jacket, and red chaps? he looks like a character more out of some weird cartoon.

and he's... holding up a fennekin and making a kissy face at her. she's been dressed with a little fennekin-sized leather jacket with a red bow on top of her head. she already looks exasperated as hell at her trainer. ]

Lookit you. You're gonna be kicking ass with your old man in no time.

[ she squirms until he puts her down, and then she shakes her head until the bow is off, stomping on it defiantly. ]

Aw, c'mon!

( ruins of alph )

[ what could have driven a new trainer to check out the ruins immediately? is it the allure? the danger? the thrill of the unknown -

ah, no, dante is chasing down a ralts. he and lady, his fennekin, have been hanging around trying to track one down. you can run into them while they're looking for it, or - ]

YES!

[ -- after they've caught one. dante has a pokeball in one hand and he's pumping his fist up and down in the other. lady raises a paw to brush back her hair, looking smug. ]

Nice job, high five!

[ he reaches down to offer a hand to lady... who ignores it. as soon as he spots your character, he offers his hand in the high five position instead. ]

( macho macho men and this guy - noncanon option )

[ are you in saffron city? are you near the fighting dojo? because you'll bear witness to this sight:

there's a machamp posing in front of the dojo, apparently daring some of the trainers to come out. one of them has taken it up and is... posing back, both of them in classic muscle men poses (with extra arms, in machamp's case).

and then, off to the side of the machamp is dante, flexing his (lack) of stuff. ]

We got 'em, Champ. They don't stand a chance.

[ and even further off to the side is lady the braixen, rolling her eyes at her trainer and fellow pokemon. ]

[Video]

Ack-!!

[As soon as Yosuke's face appears on screen, a Froakie leaps in a clings right onto said face.]

Not again!! Dude, c'mon, stop!

[With only one hand available, Yosuke is struggling really hard to pull the frog pokemon off without pulling his whole face off in the process. The poor little guy was a bit of a scaredy-cat as evidenced by its terrified look at something off screen. By the muffled speech, it sounds like this wasn't the first time either.

Yosuke sighs heavily, shoulders drooping comically as he, hopefully, has the camera still facing him (he doesn't).]

If anyone from Inaba is around, call me.

[He's so resigned to his fate. Is this karma? It probably is.]

PokéMart

[Given what kind of world this was, Yosuke was glad the staff didn't mind that he had a Frogadier strapped to his back. Yosuke named his Jiraiya, because of course he did, but he wasn't sure that was even a good name for him anymore.

The Pokemon was still terrified of his own shadow, hence the constant cling. At least he was well behaved for the most part? And Yosuke was starting to get used to the extra weight, which he wasn't sure was a good sign.

He stood on a stool, stocking some canned food with Jiraiya taped to his shirt. Looking over his shoulder and shoving Jiraiya's face out of the way, he greets you with a smile. A very practiced customer service smile.]

Hey! Anything you need help finding?

Wildcard

[Or pick your own adventure!]

Edited 2019-02-28 21:57 (UTC)

[Revelry in the... Afternoon?]

Tokoyami slouched a little further on the bench. He reaches up to rub his beak again, and again accidentally smacked himself on the too soft nose he now had. He was never jealous of his classmates for their human faces. Now he was even less so. So many things could just smack them in the face and hurt.

"Spritzz...?"

The pink... bird was trying to peek under his hood again. He had hopped up onto Tokoyami's lap, feathers fluffing up to make himself look even bigger and more noticeable.

And pink. So. Pink.

"... It's as if someone created my worst nightmare and formed it into a physical form. A mirror world of my own face."

Tokoyami plants his hands on either side of the Spritzee's ... body? It's entire body was a head. It was a cotton puff of salmon despair.

"....Did you steal my face?"

The Spritzee trills at him, little wings flipping forward to flutter against Tokoyami's face. The boy sneezed in response, releasing the pink bird(?) to flutter away. Nothing could be resolved by sitting around lamenting the loss of any gothic reputation due to a pink companion.

He brushes his hood back, hair fluffing up much like his feathers had.

"I need--"

"Spritz!" The cottonball landed on Tokoyami's head to begin grooming the boy's hair.

"..We need to start looking..."

[Network]

[ The video clicks onto a hooded figure, shadows cast across his face. His fingers are laced together, resting on the table. ]

I am unsure how I came to be in this carnival of madness. Strange creatures haunt the streets and follow people like demo--

[ A Sprtizee rolls slowly across the table, little wings flapping and fluttering to help it along. ]

...You. .... You aren't.. ... stop that.

[ Tokoyami leans forward, clasping both hands around the Spritzee. ]

You're ruining the scene!

On the Road
[It's an out of the way spot on one of the routes, less frequently traveled than most. But today it's the spot Grog has apparently claimed.]

[There's a patch of earth that's been meticulously cleared of all growth and debris, leaving a maybe twenty-five by twenty-five square area of smooth dirt, carefully lined by small rocks.]

[One larger rock is separate from the others, closer to the actual path, declares in slow but messy letters:]

G Y M

[Grog himself is standing just inside the ring, trying and failing to not look excited. A Mankey clings to his shoulder, glowering out at the world.]

Y'wanna fight? It's ten- ten? Ten g- ...po-kay dool ers t'challenge, winner gets the pot so far. Y'can fight me, or th' monkey, or both of us together.

PokèCenter Blues
[That. Is certainly one destroyed Pokémon Center PC. It's actually smoking and sparking a little. Most impressively -or worrying, more likely- it looks like the damage was done in a single hit.]

[Grog stands nearby, shifting from foot to foot and trying very hard to look uninvolved.]

...It was like that when I got here.

Wildcard
[Hit me up with prompts of your choice.]

The "network arrival" option.

[Sort of. Maka has been here before. She remembers. Sort of. Last time she came after just defeating Arachne, now...the same happened, she's almost wondering if this is a dream, but something is different and she doesn't care for it at all. It's too quiet, Maka can't feel the hum of souls around her, her clothing is still wet with blood and wear from the battle, though her wounds are dried and healed.

There's a little Cubone tugging at her jacket. She remembers reading about this one, it's a lonely Pokemon, so she picks it up and cradles it in her arms before addressing the Gear.]

[Addressing it how though? She didn't really know anyone, and last time nobody she knew was around.]

Scythe Meister Maka Albarn reporting in.

[It's a very flat and official tone coming from a cute teenage girl that looks like she was beaten to hell, too professional and practiced, certainly with a soldier's demeanor. This girl is only 14 years old and still wears her hair in pigtails, one wouldn't realize her wounds were from a fight as opposed to being attacked on a surface level, perhaps.]

I should be asking where my Weapon is, but what I really want to know is what happened to my Pokemon from the last time I was here. He's still a baby, so I don't want him to be lost out there alone. Thank you for your time.

[And she actually really means that, Courage the Rufflet was a shy boy and she's worried.]

The "non-arrival but network anyway" option

[Generally speaking, people are less freaked out when you're not covered in blood and they won't accept the explanation of "no, it's okay, it's my blood." Maka knows this.

She doesn't know that generally speaking people also don't start conversations with:] Are there creatures that eat souls here?

[Does she mean the Pokemon, does she mean something else, Maka's not sure honestly. As far as she can tell there aren't witches in this world, or Kishin Eggs. And even so, not all witches are bad. It's just...where's the danger? There doesn't seem to be danger here.]

The "action" option.

A. Route Whatever

[Now, Maka looks less beaten to shit, as it should be. But what's this? She looks like she's training her Cubone!

But she's not training the kid against other Pokemon, no no, she's instructing him very carefully--]

Okay, Charon, now throw it at me!

[Meaning the bone club that the Cubone is carrying. Charon hesitates at first, clearly not wanting to injure his own trainer intentionally, but nonetheless whirls the club around in his stubby mitt and throws it.

It spins in an arc towards Maka, to which she--catches it in her hand??? With a wrist flick and a spin! She's grinning, even, as she tosses it back to Charon.]

That was good! Let's keep it going!

[Okay so this is absolutely normal for her.]

B. City livin'

[Maka comes from a city, she knows city life, at the same time Death City is pretty closed off and she's more of a withdrawn kid that prefers to read alone. She would probably just read alone all the time if she didn't have other responsibilities in mind.

So obviously the solution is to walk along the street while reading.

It's not like she's totally oblivious, it's just very important to her right now to study Pokemon traits while grocery shopping. Charon disagrees as he's skirting alongside her, pushing on her legs to be sure she dodges the much taller people that make it into her path. It's not always going to work, however, Maka eventually runs into someone though her reaction is a bit odd--rather than actually slam headlong into somebody, it takes a second of realizing her space is being encroached upon before she swings herself to the side out of the way.]

Excuse me! [...And it's quite clear she doesn't know how else to address someone since this isn't Death City.]

C. Wildcard

[And whatever else ye ye.]

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As a species, Ditto is quite the fascinating. It appears their uses are numerous, not only in battle but in breeding as well. But my interest lies not in battle, but its transformative abilities.

I'm seeking other like-minded individuals who might be willing to partake in my studies. There is a certain risk involved, as is to be expected, but you will be paid handsomely for your contribution.

1. Network

[The image shows an androgynous looking teen seated on the ground with a Rockruff leaning up to try and paw at the Pokegear. She paused to give the little Pokemon an affectionate head pat before actually speaking.]

"...Please tell me someone knows how to get home. It's just that I was in the middle of some things, and I can't just leave to end up in another world or whatever this is."

2. Network part two

[Hey look, Masumi's back on the Pokegear, apparently more cheerful about whatever she had on her mind this time around. This time around she seemed to be seated in a Pokemon Centre, with her Rockruff trying to cuddle up.]

"Anyone need a detective? I can do detective work for you, provided I'm in the area. I'm in Cherrygrove right now, so contact me if you're in the area and need help. Payment can be decided based on the task, but it shouldn't be too expensive."

[And there was the catch, payment. Then again, she needed money, didn't want to rely solely on battles for money, and had a good skillset as an actual detective. It was an easy decision, really.]

》Arrival - Text《
ok
Cool
cool.

Weird kidnapping shit, ok, not my first rodeo, bonus points for the nightmare fuel mom lady, definitely a mood setter

Really hoping this thing is A, broadcasting, to B, someone besides the people in charge

any other doppler agents would be fucking fantastic but I'll take anyone who's not gonna eat my kidneys in the night honestly

So taking any answers here with a few grains of salt re, fellow kidnappees vs psychos, couple questions

1st, is this like a narnia oz thing or more of a suggar-coated hunger games battle royale thing

*sugar-coated

Not sure what'd be better honestly

2 - gimme your best and worst joke but don't tell me which is which

I feel like this is gonna take a while and might as well bullshit a little to pass the time

》Ruins of Alph - Action《
"ESCAPE." Wow.

[Briar shines a flashlight up across the Unown-script on the chamber wall, looking non-plussed.]

And there's the line between genuinely creepy and cheap soundstage. Like the radio stuff? That's creepy. This alone? Kinda creepy. All together? Tips the atmosphere too far.

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[Network]

[There's a small girl with white hair on the network, with her face a little too close to the screen.]

Uhh, am I doing this right? Can everyone see me? Um, hi! I'm Webby! Just a quick question that maybe one of you out there can help me answer.

Where's my beak?

[Route 30]

[Webby's gotten the basics of how this world works. Obtain strange-looking monsters! Battle and make them stronger! Obtain more strange-looking monsters to fill a thing called a Pokedex! If anyone's capable of doing such a thing, Webby thinks she can!

And once she does, she's totally going back home to show Scrooge and the boys. They're gonna be soooo impressed!

So the first thing Webby has to do is catch more of these monsters. She has a Ponyta traveling with her - named Sir Francis Fireheart, a perfectly capable Pokemon for catching more Pokemon.

However, he's not the one currently in battle with a wild Rattata. Webby is crouched down in the grass nearby, watching the Rattata rustling around.]

Shhh, Sir Francis... don't make any. Sudden. Moves.

["Sir Francis Fireheart" watches in bewilderment as Webby leaps out of the grass, attempting to pounce on the Rattata to capture it. Yep, no one's taught her how to properly battle wild Pokemon yet.]

Prepare to be captured, monster!!

Ryuu Zaou | Cute High Earth Defense Club LOVE!

Roger Rabbit | That One Movie With His Name In The Title?

Harley Quinn // DC comics

Tiny Tina // Borderlands

Princess Fiona | Shrek the Musical

Harald | Yu-Gi-Oh! 5Ds

demyx | kingdom hearts

Luxord | Kingdom Hearts

Lena | Ducktales (2017)

dante | devil may cry (4) | i'm so sorry

Yosuke Hanamura | Persona 4

no subject

Grog Strongjaw | Critical Role

Maka Albarn | Soul Eater

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