March - April Test Drive Meme

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➞ 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!

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CHECK OUT ALL THE LOCATIONS WE HAVE AVAILABLE IN:

JOHTO | KANTO | SEVII ISLANDS

Feel free to make various prompts in multiple locations!

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Comments

[schachmeister]

[Maribelle doesn't bother dodging the hand coming from her, and she is small enough that she fits in his hand fairly well. Like a very energetic tennis ball. And while some pokemon (aka any pokemon with some common sense and a half-working brain cell) would probably be very put off by being suddenly grabbed, Maribelle doesn't seem to be bothered at all. She is still every bit as cheerful and fearless when she is held up for inspection. Her ears twitch a little in response to his question before she lets loose her own response. Not a vocal one, oh no.

See, the gaps between Emet-Selch's fingers give her a perfect view of his face. Which means she has no trouble aiming a spurt of water right at him, hitting him on the cheek.

It really can't be called a Water gun. It's more like a Water pistol; an invitation to play around rather than an attack.

Just... hopefully it will be seen that way.

But probably not.]

[amaure]

[Had he his normal abilities, he might have been able to keep that water from actually hitting him, but as it is...he can't and thus doesn't. Instead, the water hits him squarely where she aimed it, causing the man to jolt with surprise and disgust—mainly because for all he knows that was more spittle, than straight up water.

Keeping his hold, he extends his arm out and away from himself as he wipes his cheek with the other. Little does he want to dirty his clothes anymore than he wants to have his face spat on, but really, what choice does he have?]

Vile little vermin, aren't you? No manners at all. Though, I cannot say I am surprised by such, given what you are.

[With annoyance and an overly dramatic effort to lift himself to his feet (more like a man that should be twice his age trying to get to his feet, than the young form he bears), he stands. A notable slouch to his posture as he looks around for where this little creature might have come from.

Perhaps another trainer? Not that he cares, not really. After all, wasn't he suppose to collect these things for that sad little organization he was drafted into? He sees a boy not far off, but clearly busy with his own devices, so he shrugs. Turning his back to the lake, he starts southward, keeping Maribelle in his grasp as he begins his remarkably slow amble towards town.

Sorry, Maribelle, he certainly did not catch your invitation for play. Or, if he did, he's outright ignoring it.]

'Tis no matter, I have use of you.