October-November Test Drive!

[indigo_league]

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ALSO, AS PROMPTS FOR YOUR CONSIDERATION, and in the spirit of Halloween: August's GHOST TRICK event!

O-Bon festival: The streets are lined with NPC-run stalls for food, games, and the assorted tchotchkes of every summer festival you’ve ever seen in your animes! There’s Goldeen Scoop, heaping cones of Swirlix Candy, Test Your STRENGTH (there are two different machines for people and Pokémon; HM04 not required); basically, if you can think of it, it’s there. There will also be a yukata rental stall if you want to go full hog on the cultural side of things. Ecruteak boasts a small stage where the Kimono Girls give a short performance once every two hours; the festivities in Lavender Town are a little quieter, but they also have Haunter-shaped ice cream treats. When you lick them, they Lick you!

On the last evening of the festival in either location, there will be a large bonfire and traditional bon-odori dance in which everyone is welcome to participate. In Lavender Town only, they also set paper lamps afloat in the water past the cliffs.

Who you gonna call?: Remember “The Ghost of Maiden’s Peak”? Well, some of the local Gastly, Duskull, and Yamask seem to have gotten it into their heads that this kind of tomfoolery is somehow good medicine. If your trainer had someone in their life, someone now dead, that they have unresolved business with, these ghosties may take it upon themselves to play a little dress-up and follow your trainer around in the guise of said dead person until the issue is resolved. It’s their way of saying thank you for all the spiritual appeasement of the festival.

These ghosts won’t speak; Pokémon don’t talk, after all. So yes, your trainer is going to be followed around by some silent echo of their past who will not leave them alone.

Or, of course, write your own!

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Thida | Splatoon (Player Character OC)

[agent3]

[A: Video]

[There's a girl on the feed today - perhaps you've seen her before, perhaps you haven't. She looks stone-faced into the 'gear, brow furrowed, as if still trying to find the words she wants to say. An Inkay bobs quietly under her chin, its tentacles poking the screen every once in a while, and the girl's eyes flicker down to them in - is that longing?]

...Hair's stupid.

[Finally, she speaks! And...reaches with a free hand to pull up one of the ends of her twintails. It's knotted, matted, and as sky blue as the rest of her hair - but it is clean, at least.]

Can't fix it. How d'you fix hair?

[B: O-Bon - Ekruteak City]

[Being rather short for her age (according to humans, anyway), Thida had to rent one of the smaller sized outfits - and a boy's one at that, upon her insistence. Really, she just preferred to have shorts and something with dark blue, and no silly bows or tassels or things to get in her way.

There's two places you'll find Thida - the first is at the game stalls. She tends to favor things that require her to aim, like knocking over milk bottles or bouncing ping pong balls into cups in order to win prizes, and she's got a fair amount of small ones, not interested in anything big or bulky. Her Inkay, Maika, is actually wearing one of them (a shiny paper crown) as it floats behind her. Looks like she's a bit of a crack shot with those balls - maybe she could win you that giant prize you've got your eye on.

The second place you'll find Thida is where you least expect her - up high. Whether it's from a tree or a rooftop, wherever you are, she'll suddenly be hanging upside-down in your face, twintails dangling towards the ground and a stick of dango halfway to her mouth. Whatever your expression, she'll snicker at you.]

S'prise!

A

[callbacks]

[Oh, honey, no. Kid, what the fuck.]

Haaaaaave you heard of a comb? Or a brush, probably, with that much to work with.

video;

[901att]

[Oh, that is a lot of hair. It reminds him of Ursula's hair all those years ago.]

You should brush it.

[His voice is kindly. Growing up in the zero district, Randel has seen so many scrappy dirty orphans with tangled hair, that he doesn't particularly judge her need for help.]

If you start at the bottom, it'll hurt less.

Kira Yoshikage | Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Jojolion

[seasalthands]

A: O-Bon Festival -- [Paper lanterns. Now this is a tradition he's familiar with. It's surprising how so much of this world's culture clashes with his own. He's never been one for being homesick, always out at sea and all. But being in another world altogether is another matter entirely. And he's still getting his barrings, land legs as it were.

Stuff like this is kind of nice though. It brings back memories from being a kid. His mom would be happy to know he did one at this old age. Even though they were incredibly far apart she'd have that mom tingling and know he was doing something that'd make her happy.

Ugh. Coming here sure made him melancholy. Probably something to do with potentially dying and then waking up in this bizarre world.

He gives his head a shake, pushing back his hat so he can see a bit better without the tassel in his way. Think. He needed to think of a wish. It was the last day and he certainly couldn't spend all night thinking about it. Thinking of one shouldn't take all night. Come on Yoshikage.

Okay. Okay. He has one. He kneels down, pen poised to write on the sheet of paper.

It's a simple tap on his shoulder that spooks him, causing the pen to fly out of his hand, hit the ground, and roll right into the river. Absolutely incredible. He can almost hear those ghosts at the tower laughing at him.

He glances back, tossing a rather icy glare at the one that caused this accident.]

B: Who you gunna call? -- Ghosts, huh? It makes something unpleasant turn in his stomach. Remembering his final moments back at home makes him uneasy to address any of this at all. He's been hearing some strange rumors about what these ghosts are up to and...

He's not sure what he's more concerned about. Seeing these ghosts dressed up as himself or as his friend... his mom. These people he struggled to protect. He's here now and he was content with assuming that everyone was alive and well back in Morioh. If he sees something that tells him otherwise... that everything he fought for was in vain...

Kira stumbles a bit as his current companion headbutts him in the back of the knees. No moping. And no sad faces. Or grumpy ones despite that's his factory setting.]

Alright, alright. I got it. [He turns around to pick up the excitable turtle creature... Squirtle. It's a squirtle. He's learning. He went to medical school and remembered tons of useless crap. He'll quickly learn the names of all these creatures in time.]

Squirtle! Squirtle! [His turtle friend starts flailing excitedly as he is one to do when he catches sight of anyone new. A chance for friends! This time it might not be such a bad thing to run into someone else. He doesn't want to check out this ghost stuff alone. If he's with someone he'll be forced to remain calm and collected no matter what he sees.

He's going to turn around and greet whomever is coming up behind him but Squirtle is wiggling just too much. An eager turtle finally frees himself from his grasp and hurries over to this new person eagerly babbling his name and jumping up and down.

Honestly, even he can't help but smile at the sight. These little creatures just had so much life in them. It really was hard to remain on his default setting with them beside him.

He follows after his squirtle at a much slower pace.] Sorry. He's pretty excitable. He's not dangerous or anything. He's just got a lot of energy.

B!

[tidalforce]

[ The trainer Kira's squirtle spotted actually has a sentry trotting along in front of her. Katara's mudkip has a slight droop to his fins and keeps sending furtive glances over at Katara who is trailing behind in a sort of daze. When her mudkip sees the fast approaching squirtle, he takes up a 'ready' stance as if to attack. This seems to rouse Katara a bit. ]

Hey, it's okay. They're just saying hello.

[ Her voice sounds nasally and her eyes are red and puffy. She looks horrible and maybe some of this downtrodden demeanour is why her pokemon is so defensive. ]

Sorry about that. I think we're just both a little spooked.

[ She points to the squirtle. ]

He's awfully cute. Does he have a name?

Amethyst | Steven Universe

[trashgem]

a. O-BON FESTIVAL: TEST YOUR STRENGTH (goldenrod city)

[Human festivals as an entity aren't completely foreign to Amethyst; she's been around long enough that she's been to a few, even if they were pretty different from this one. Still, she's a literal garbage can of a gem, and is powerless to resist the draws of rowdy company and an endless array of snacks and junk food and sweets. Hey, so what if she doesn't have much money. She can probably make it back in an underground fighting ring or something, right?

With her Hawlucha trailing behind her, Amethyst swaggers up to the Test Your Strength! booth, letting out a raucous laugh.]

Yeah-h! This is what I'm talking about. Gimme that hammer, dude.

[The small gem flexes her biceps menacingly, glancing around to make sure she has a proper audience. What's a show-off without some one to show off to?]

Step aside, kids, let me show you how it's done!

[It's just too bad she hasn't figured out quite yet that her gem powers are gone.]

b. O-BON FESTIVAL: CHOWING DOWN (goldenrod city)

[Later on, Amethyst can be found at any one of the food stalls; instead of cautiously sampling the available treats, all of which are foreign to her, she's eagerly going to town on pretty much all of them. Where someone more timid might ask for one of each, Amethyst is asking for four or five of each, and shoving them all in her maw: rice balls, pastries, kebabs—none are discriminated against, and all are devoured with plenty of lip smacking and exclamations. It's almost as if she wants everyone to know just how dang good everything is. Or perhaps she just wants everyone to see how good she is at eating copious amounts of food.

If you catch her eye, however, she might just offer to share, holding out one of whatever she's got with a wide grin.]

Hey, try this! It's—I don't really know what it is, but it's good!

~~ B ~~

[seasalthands]

[He truly doesn't mean to stare but he can't help it. It's just a remarkable sight. He's never seen anything quite like this before and he's seen some shit. Being on a boat for months at a time... yeah, he's seen some disturbing things.

How can someone so small fit so much food into their body? It should be biologically impossible.

Oh--!

He's suddenly handed cotton candy, cotton first. It's sticky...]

Thanks. I guess.

[He really has no choice but to eat it at this point. He takes starts by licking a hand clean so he can firmly grasp this item the proper way, by the stick.] This is cotton candy. It's basically just pure sugar. Probably why it's so good.

Felix | Red vs Blue

[moneylogues]

[ a - o-bon festival ]
[There's a lot of people at the festival trying their hand at one of the various games. People really testing their skill or strength, people determined to win themselves a plushie, people wanting to impress their date...

And then. There's this asshole.

Felix isn't participating in any of the games himself. No. Currently, he's stationed himself right near the Test Your STRENGTH game, leaning against a tree. He's watching as other people try it out. He doesn't really say anything to the big burly people that try it and effortlessly ring the bell - there's not much fun to be had there. But if you fail to ring the bell, expect to suddenly hear a slow clap behind you.]

Very impressive, really. I think we can all learn a thing or two from that performance.

Oh, but... let me guess. [There's a slight headtilt as this asshole just smiles.] That was just a practice round. Right?

[ b - audio post ]
[Were you hoping to hear Felix's voice today? No? Too bad, because he just looooves the sound of it.]

Alright, so. Not that taking money from random kids after my monsters kicked kicked his ass isn't fun or anything - it's kinda hilarious, I'm just gonna be honest about that - it's not really what I'm looking to do long term. Shocking. I know.

Look, I get that there's not a lot of job offers out there that are fitting for those in my line of work. The galaxy is a dangerous place, but this place? Nnnnnot so much! But one of you has to have some kind of job opening just waiting for a handsome, charismatic mercenary like myself.

[...He doesn't even say that as a joke, he's completely serious.]

Serious offers and ideas only. No one likes a Captain Obvious, people.

A

[agent3]

[Thida didn't have any great expectations of her strength. She was more of an aimer, a speedy sneaky type with an eye for vantage points. Still, nothing ventured nothing gained, as they say, and she's not disappointed when the weight only makes it halfway up to the bell.

And then she hears the clapping.

Thida turns, an Inkay floating quietly beside her, as the stranger says his piece. She tilts her head as well, frowning, confused.]

No. 'S my best.

[The way she says that so matter-of-factly is almost asking to be challenged.]

Young Gil| Fate/ Prisma Ilya

[usedstockpile]

[A: O-Bon!]

[Gil loves festivals. Merriment of the masses always amuses him, and the games and traditions of the world's cultures are a treasure in their own right. The novelty of this particular world's particular cultures, utterly foreign to him for once, help his mood greatly.

His mood is dragged down, however, by the fact that nobody will sell him some goddamned wine. Half the reason festivals happened was an excuse to drink! Sure, its probably peasant swill compared to his preferred drink, but everything was. He doesn't have access to his stock so he'll take what he can get, but apparently at some point humans thought children shouldn't drink wine before they were almost eighteen or something ludicrous. Sigh. C'est la vie.

He's rather indecisive about what color yukata to rent. If he had his real wallet he'd just buy them all and change as he felt like it, but alas. White is the obvious choice, but he's young and nobody would begrudge him being more flashy with his choice. Far be it from him to reject anyone's suggestions as he peruses the options.

There are more than enough games to occupy his attention, at least, and its acceptable for him to indulge in childishness as he is. People are likely to find him wandering between contests of skill, and the sweets vendors. He's particularly keen on conquering a modified ring-toss involving moving Digletts.

Every so often he can be spotted lurking by the alcohol vendors looking for marks to charm out of a cup, if only to validate his presumption that it's trash. He waves suspicion away with a delightful smile and a honeyed word.]

I'll tag with Shinji after I redo his icons 500 years from now

[beastofasister]

Here, let me try!

[In the midst of one attempt at besting the Diglett ring toss game, a young girl in a wa-lolita styled yukata interrupts him. Nestled on one of her shoulders is a round, pink creature, its skin spotted with a similarly floral pattern.

...A creature that will absolutely help her cheat, but, you know. There's a Cleffa plushie she wants to win.]

GOB | Arrested Development

[chickensdontclap]

A: Video

[Crap. GOB's going to have to talk to children, isn't he? And he's all out of candy, too, so it's not like he can even bribe them into submission. Once he starts the video, though, there's no backing out. He hopes he doesn't make his head look too big, and he waggles the thing back and forth a few times to be sure.]

So, here's a quick question: we don't gotta poke holes into these… red... ball... things, right? And they're not… all squished up in there, either? I mean, you know how it is. You walk into a door just once and then you've gotta call some guy about the insurance policy…

Wait, there's no insurance policies here, right? I mean, even if there was, there's no way I'm paying— what, like fourteen thousand Poké-dollars for a piece of paper, come on.

B: O-Bon Festival

[Seems a little like Cinco de Quatro to him, only with fewer riots and unemployed Mexicans. Oh, and there's people wandering around in bathrobes and kimonos, so maybe this is more of an Asian thing? All GOB knows is there's free food and game stalls, which counts as a win in his book because where those are, magic is sure to follow.

And if he's gotta make some of his own and maybe get kicked off the stage by some very nice police officers with very big fire breathing dogs, well, so be it.]

[So while those dancing girls are gone, he'll just hop up onto the stage and tap the microphone a few times to make sure the feedback's not gonna get out of hand.] Hey, kids! And parents with money! And— what, did the pokemon get in free? They did, right? [This bit's said mostly to himself, up until he remembers there's a crowd of people boggling at him—]

I! Am a Magician named GOB! [Long O. Not at all like Gawb. Got to clear these things up, alright, there's trademarks at stake.] How do you guys feel about some FIREWORKS— [Turns out having a floating purple balloon for an assistant is great for pyrotechnics. Really, just the best short of something actually on fire. All he's gotta do is hit the trigger, launch the lighter fluid and—]

[Of course, instead of hitting his cue, his assistant starts bumping into his shoulder.] What is it?! Hermano, you're killing me here---

[And that's when those cops show up.] Oh shi— NO REFUNDS!!

[Bamf! Turns out pokemon are great for aiding in dramatic disappearing acts, too. So long he doesn't run into anybody while he's running away underneath the stage—

But that'd be silly, right?]

Madoka Kaname | Puella Magi Madoka Magica

[hopeshot]

o-bon

[ Here's Madoka in a yukata, and she's pretty much everywhere. It's been a while since she's been able to really enjoy human life, and she plans on making the most of it. The Happiny on her shoulder looks pretty happy about everything, too, especially since her trainer is so enthusiastic. She's trying out everything--Goldeen Scoop, the ring toss, Whack-a-Diglett.... Chances are, if there's a game, Madoka's there to try it out.

She's also curious about a lot of the food, especially the sweet stuff! She's having some trouble deciding what to get, though, so maybe lend her a hand? ]

video

[ ... And here's Madoka looking pretty distressed as she flicks the video feed on. Right next to her is a girl whose expression is a complete contrast to Madoka's: She looks serene, collected, and Madoka's only getting more upset by the second.

Her Happiny looks pretty unsure, herself. ]

I haven't been here very long, so I can't be sure... Is it really normal for weird things to happen here? It isn't like Mami at all to not talk to me, and I'm really worried something bad's happened to her...

o-bon

[reversing]

[ homura is here, of course. madoka is not someone she would leave on her own for too long, but she keeps her distance. it's not obvious she's got one eye on madoka, but she makes sure that she does. even if they're here, that doesn't mean she can't or shouldn't keep her safe.

also, she is not in a yukata. she has no idea how to put one of those on and besides, she feels it'd weigh her down. she has to keep up with madoka, after all! she's a busy girl, flitting from game to game like this.

... and honestly, homura isn't usually the type for games, but she's quiet enough that joining in for a round of ring toss is easy enough. she wins the round and is rewarded with an overly large plush toy.

she has no use for this thing, and immediately regrets joining in - it only keeps her from moving forward and keeping madoka in her sights, so she has to rely on her misdreavus to give her directions from time to time.

tis the season, supposedly, for tricks. her devious pokemon manages to direct homura in front of madoka, so she ends up staring at the other girl, a giant toy in her arms.

homura blinks. ]

Take it.

[ the giant plush. it'll make you easier to keep up with, madoka. ]

Cremesius 'Krem' Aclassi || DA:I

[smoothkreminal]

[Action - O-bon at Ekruteak]

While he's traded out his armor for the much easier and far more comfortable casual clothes of the locals, he's a little more happy to see the hammer at the 'test your strength' booth, seeing as his dragon head maul didn't make the trip with him into this strange new world. His little Cubone follows after him, wide eyed and curious as he handles the mallet and gives it a good test swing. "A little too light for my taste, but you'll see. Maybe I can hit the bell at the top, Mm?"

His pokemon doesn't seem to be quite so enthusiastic, more like quietly waiting, far more reserved, but it at least raises it's own bone weapon in encouragement.

"That's the spirit, maybe you can give it a good whack when I'm done." He's not so sure the little thing will go along with it, but he figures giving it something fun to do would be a kindness. "Well, here I go!"

And Krem raises the mallet in a good effort, whether or not he can ring the bell they'll both soon find out.


[Video]

[Krem isn't so familiar with the technology, more like he had to sit and talk with someone for quite a while to realize what exactly it did and how. When that was resolved, he sat and fiddled, figuring it useful to at least know the basics, and in doing so he's discovered the pokedex.

What he's learned about his new pokemon companion is more than a little concerning, and he's trying to talk quietly so as not to alarm the little thing as it sits a few feet away on camera, playing with the bone in it's hand.]

Now I'm not sure if I should be concerned or not, but I'm fairly sure my friend there, he's a little depressed. Maybe they all are.

Small animals that suffer from loneliness have been known to die from it, and while i'm not sure how to help it mourn, I'd rather not have it die because of my ignorance about keeping...

[What were they called again?] Pokemon. Or, Cubones specifically. Anyways, a tip'd be appreciated. Perhaps I can repay you some where down the line, though I don't have much now. Just- Thanks if you've got any advice.

[VIDEO AY AY AYYYYYYYY!!!!]

[purramedic]

[A sick Pokemon? His attention is thoroughly piqued. He's never heard of a Cubone, but it can't be that different from the ones he's treated at the Pokemon Center.]

What's wrong with him, exactly? Is he yours, or did you find him like this?

??? | Journey (Player Character OC)

[wayward_wanderer]

[ Action ]

As you're walking by, you might happen across a person running past, as if terrified of something behind them. They're dark-skinned, wearing a golden circlet on their head and are swathed in red; a beautiful red, yellow and orange cloak with a red cowl and long, decorated scarf that fluttered behind them as they run, occasionally jumping to no avail.

As it turns out, they're trying to get away from a Golett despite the fact that the Golett themselves looks bemused by the whole thing and calmly follows it's trainer. It's trainer who is absolutely terrified of them. Finally the stranger runs into a corner and turns, breathing very hard and drawing their cloak tighter around themselves, anticipating an attack from the docile Pokemon.

[ Video ]

[ The person on the video seems a little overwhelmed about... everything really. Their voice is lyrical, almost melodious. ]

There is so much grass here. And tall buildings. And birds. Is this...the past? Before it all faded away from the War?

Where is the Mountain? What...am I now? I was Rythulian, but I'm...different, this time.

[action!]

[purramedic]

[The first thing that catches Anders' eye is the cloak; he hasn't seen much like it since arriving. His wonder changes to concern, however, when he realizes the stranger is being chased by a Pokemon large enough to do considerable damage to a person, though its actions hardly seem predatory.

Nonetheless, he and his Pokemon follow the pair in a hurry, and he places himself calmly just between the two before any contact can be made. The Skitty on his shoulder seems unaffected, sensing no hostility from the Golett, while an Espurr at his feet stares in curiosity at the peculiar human.]

What's going on here? Are you all right?

Mikasa Ackerman | Attack On Titan

[callyourname]

O-BON | Lavender Town

[ Mikasa is mostly walking and looking around because this -- sure is different from anything back home. Is this what humanity does when it's free from the walls and Titans? Who knows, there's only one way to find out and that's not going anywhere while they are here.

She'll try all the games. She just happens to be a terrifyingly competent prodigy, who seems to do anything and everything with highest scores like a pro with zero effort or experience. What is she going to do with all the prizes? She should probably decide that sooner or later, because the pile is getting huge but there's still that STRENGTH game and some others to go.

And she's going to try all the food too! Where else is she going to get this much different stuff to eat? Not back home, that's pretty sure. She's not a picky eater, her parents raised her well. ...Except this ice cream looks suspicious. Mikasa stares at it for a while, looks at someone else screaming about something once they taste it--

...Which is why Mikasa offers her Haunter ice cream to anyone, who happens to be next to her. ]

You can have it. [ She'll get a new one if it's not too weird. She's going to, uh, observe this more first. ]


Who you gonna call?

[ There's a very brief moment of surprise on Mikasa's face later in the evening, when there's suddenly an Asian woman near her. She looks just like Mikasa; she just happens to be older, her hair is longer and she's wearing white clothes. It's obvious where she got her looks from.

The surprise fades away as soon as she hides it behind her walls. It's nothing new to see her, usually it happens when she's asleep but she's clearly awake right now.

Her Growlithe starts barking as soon as he notices how upset the girl is at seeing the woman. Mikasa picks him up to calm them both down, feeling almost like a child with a plushie there. So, she's not going to talk? Surely her mother would have said something by now if she could and Mikasa can't think of anything to say. Are there going to be more? Who knows, but there could be considering what their world is like and how many people she has seen dying. But if there's no after life or whatever, then her parents died thinking that she'd die after them too or worse, right?

She tries to walk away from her, but it keeps following her. Mikasa huffs. ...And sighs, looking down at the ground instead of looking at her. She might be freaking out a little on the inside, but there's no way in hell she's going to show any sign of that on the outside. That Growlithe isn't doing a very good job as a distraction. Help? ]


Wildcard

[ Throw me anything or add me to plurk ( baranohanabira ) if you want to talk about options or talk about whatever. ]

O-BON

[greatrage]

[Eren has actually rented a yukata to wear. It's so loose and comfortable! Which is good, because his arms are piled high with plush versions of Pokémon, plastic masks, and various other toys. Thanks, flavor fan-art, for corresponding almost perfectly with my mental image here. Even Hildegard the skarmory is holding a few toys in her beak, and a few balancing on her back. Carey the gligar has laid claim to a rubber ball almost as big as she is with a Gengar's face on it, and is rolling around on the ground with it with a blissful expression on her face.

And now Mikasa was... offering him some weird ice cream. It was amazing that Eren even had other ice cream experience to compare this to]

... I uh, don't have any free hands, Mikasa. If you don't want it, just throw it away. People here don't care about that kind of waste. There's plenty of food to go around.

Reiner Braun | Attack on Titan

[cantbackout]

A. O-Bon

[It's probably not surprising to find Reiner from the Test of STRENGTH. Actually, he's there with his Machoke, competing which of them is the better one. So far they've had tied so they just keep going. Reiner doesn't want to lose in strength to his Pokémon..!

After a crushing defeat, Reiner treats himself to some food and walks around looking for something else to do. Machoke has been placed into his ball.]

B. Who you gonna call?
HEAVY SPOILERS for chapter 74+, please read with caution



[Reiner is no stranger to being haunted. Many nights he's suffered from the phantoms of his past, needing to watch certain scenes over and over again.

Still, it's different when you're being followed by an actual ghost - even if it's a Pokémon pretending to be a human ghost. It's enough to get Reiner's mind all mixed up, swaying from side to side with his emotions and feelings.]

You're a warrior. You don't feel.

You're a soldier. You were supposed to save him.

He deserved to die.

Why did I let him die.

Because you made him die.

[All his thoughts are a jumbled mess and eventually he stops and turns around to look at the damn ghost of one Marco Bodt.]

Will you stop following me around?!

A~AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[callyourname]

[ Mikasa is watching their STRENGTH battle. Hmm. She should get physically strong pokemon like that too to help with her physical training, that she has absolutely no reason to stop even though they are in a completely different world...

But not right now. Maybe she'll test that thing with the winner of this ... battle or test, whatever they want to call it. ]

Lance | Puzzle & Dragons Cross

[dragoncaller]

A. Dungeon: Holy Night Festival

[ Oh man, why is he even here. He's so bad with people to the point where he feels actively uncomfortable in a crowd, but his Gible seemed to want to see what all the lights and noise were about, and Lance cares about the happiness of his little dragon friend.

He seems on edge as he walks through the crowd, holding Gible in his arms. But nobody randomly comes up to him or harangues him or anything — nope, it's Gible who makes a break for it and comes running up to you, clearly aiming for that Haunter ice cream treat in your hands.

His Trainer comes up not a few moments later, but the ice cream treat is probably already melting in Gible's stomach at this point. RIP. ]

Hey, you.

[ Too bad Lance has his shutters on hard because look!! It's probably your fault or something!!! Eat ice cream more responsibility, you incompetent, his expression says. And heaven forbid that you attempted to swat away the Gible on instinct... ]

B. Dungeon: The First Trial

[ He hasn't even managed to get off of Route 29 yet, he's too busy staring at one of the trees along the path. The rustling of the leaves and faint cries make it obvious enough why he's lingering... there's almost certainly a Pokémon up there, even if it's not easily visible in the dense foliage. ]

... It's alright. I'll help you... you can trust me.

[ More rustling and chirping follows. Still, he doesn't seem dissuaded at all and simply places the palm of his hand to the tree, sighing lightly. ]

This place is strange...

[ He frowns, but then attempts to physically shrug it off. There are more important things, like injured Pokémon, to worry about. ]

C: Network Post

Are there any other dragon callers here.

Or people with experience dealing with dragons.

Are there people here who are part Pokémon?

[ He... may not have quite grasped how to put together a coherent network post, but that's okay. He's going to get answers one way or another!! ]

Nanashi | Shin Megami Tensei IV: Apocalypse (Bonds Route)

[reincarnate]

A. Title - "Demonizer"

[ So catching Pokémon is... different. Nanashi has some strong ingrained habits from negotiating with demons, shall we say, and there are some points he's confused upon. ]

I have some questions.

First of all, why do you attack a Pokémon until it's almost unconscious before trying to catch it? Shouldn't that just agitate it? It probably won't want to be your ally if its last memory is getting beaten up by you.

[ .... Okay, that one's not that weird, right? ]

Second, they don't seem to have any concept of macca — I mean, money. So I should stop trying to offer them money, right?

[ It's... not that strange... ]

It also doesn't seem to make them want to be my ally more if I willingly let them take some of my health.

[ Now's probably a good time to mention that Nanashi appears to have a bandage around his left arm... ]

And... [ He furrows his brow at this. ] My Pokémon evolved, I think. But it didn't whisper to me any secrets before reaching its next form.

[ His demons are a little bit different than Pokémon, shall we say. ]

Negotiating with Pokémon is really weird.

[ No, Nanashi. It's demon negotiation that's extraordinarily screwed up... ]

B. Title - "Sighted".

[ Now that he thinks about it, he never really got a chance to mourn when his teacher Nikkari and senior student Manabu died. They just died — Nanashi's used to death being everywhere, and he had a few other things on his mind, like not promptly also dying at the hands of the same demon. The same goes for Asahi's father.

So he really is glad to see them, even if he doesn't really know what to say. He knows it's not real, but mourning is a luxury that he's never gotten to engage in much in his life.

Still, he can't quite kill off his sense of realism, so when he sees you pass by, he frowns slightly and points at the ghosties. ]

These are just visions, right...?

C. Title - "Social Butterfly"

[ A festival!! He's never been to a festival, or really anything even vaguely resembling festivities. It sort of comes with the "Apocalypse" part of his canon's title. But since he's here now, he may as well enjoy it, right?

Hope you weren't waiting on somebody, because the moment he sees you looking like you're not busy, he's going to make a grab for your attention — ]

Do you know what that is?

[ He points to the Goldeen Scoop. Are those fish for eating, he does not ask, but he's a scavenger at heart, so he definitely thought it... ]

Moses | The Prince of Egypt

[princeofegypt]

[Harrowing doesn't really even begin to describe the things the man just outside of Goldenrod City has gone through. And quite literally just; the last thing he could remember recently was the fact that he and the entirety of the Hebrew people in Egypt had been on their way out of it. Hundreds of thousands of people traveling together with him at the very head and sometimes center of them all. You don't just...lose that many people so easily.

How he'd gotten here was a mystery. Where he was was even moreso. Never had he witnessed land like this...lush with trees and grass, nothing like the sand and desert he'd grown up with all his life. There was only one small comfort in his confusion, that being a small sheep that had taken to following him everywhere he went. She stayed tangled up in his robes a majority of the time, just her head barely peeking out from beneath his feet.

But that didn't really solve his problem at all, and that's why he'd come to rest by a tree at the outskirts of the city, not having gone in it yet. From a distance, it looked...well, unlike anything he'd ever seen, much like everything else here. The city seemed as grand as that of the Pharaoh's palace, but in a distinctly different way. Half of the building materials he didn't recognize, and everywhere he looked stood structures he'd never seen, and it was just...too much.

With a deep sigh, he leans back against the tree as a little Mareep bleats and curls up close to his side. She was the only thing he'd had with him upon waking in that small little town, save for the fact that he'd woken in someone else's home. His staff...gone. Lost and unsure as to what he should be doing, and receiving no answers otherwise...

He'd walked. All the way to Goldenrod. And not one thing stood out as familiar, not one person or animal. It was like he was in a whole different world.

The Mareep pushes her nose against Moses' hand, prompting him to slowly run his palm over her head and down the fluff of her back.]

None of this makes any sense. Where am I?

[Of course, anyone else would have asked someone (which he had whenever he could catch someone in person, but they'd only spoke with him like he was crazy. Not something he's unfamiliar with), but the level of technology that exists here is something that he just cannot comprehend.]

o hai there

[better2do]

[It's faint at first, but as Moses sits and contemplates his situation, there's a distinct tinkle of laughter floating on the wind that only gets closer until a pale, fair-haired child in a green and yellow striped sweater can be seen emerging from the outskirts of the city, a small white creature with a large yellow flower floating and playfully dodging him. The laughter is coming from both of them, and soon they're within range for Moses to call out to them, if he so chooses. After all, someone who came from the city would know more about it than someone who came from outside of it, right?]

Robert Baratheon | A Song of Ice and Fire

[killedbyapig]

[well, feats of strength against people sounds boring. he's way stronger than people. pokemon, though? that sounds like a lot more fun.]

I'll take all comers! Unless you lot think your monsters aren't man enough to face off against a Baratheon! [Orys, his incredibly fat tepig, is leering and jumping around him, acting as hype man.

after, once he's had his ass soundly handed to him by a poliwrath, he'll be sitting off to the side, away from the hubbub of the festival, drowning his sorrows in a bottle of wine. (which isn't sold here. so he must have brought it with him. how was he carrying it?????) Orys is sitting next to him, visibly concerned.]

Bloody blue frog... Was just tired out, is all. Could've beaten it. Years back... Here, lad, join me. Not any fun drinking alone. [he tries to make the Tepig drink. it just shakes its head.] Orys! Listen to your master!

[princeofegypt]

[It's probably for the best that Moses wasn't around when the challenge was being put up. It could have gone one of two ways: he would have either politely declined and got himself dragged into a fight anyway, or he wouldn't be able to help himself and he'd actually take him on. Both scenarios probably wouldn't have had favorable outcomes for either party, but least of all Moses when his Pokemon are still pretty young or under-leveled.

Still, he finds himself slowing as he passes by, his Mareep trotting near his ankles. By now he's crafted himself a very crude, makeshift staff from a tree branch. It's not his own, but it will do...and he really looks more like a shepherd now than he did when he first got here.]

Is your friend there not behaving well?

[He's teasing, of course. Orys looks to be perfectly patient with his trainer, bless him.]

asami sato | the legend of korra

[ceos]

((ooc: spoilers for the series finale!))

o-bon;

[The festival was beautiful, but it wasn't the Spirit World- that much was obvious. She would have thought that, somehow, she was back home if there weren't a subtle alien vibe that reminded Asami that she was, in fact, a stranger in a strange land. The food, at least, was familiar, as was the festival itself, but it didn't change that this wasn't where Asami was supposed to be. Or that she wasn't supposed to be alone.

Well, technically she wasn't. The little fox had been trailing after her all evening, her attempts to send it on its way done in vain (there was an embarrassing moment when Asami had thought it could be a spirit and had spent almost five minutes trying to engage it in conversation). It didn't seem to want anything from her other than to be nearby, and eventually Asami gave up. She had more important things to worry about anyway.

She had tried finding Korra, stopping just about anyone who was willing to listen to ask, and all had given her the same answer: they hadn't seen Korra. The dawning realization that Asami might truly be alone here was beginning to sink in, and it was not a pleasant feeling.

The young woman sits herself down at a bench with a defeated sigh, some skewered meat she had caved in and purchased from a booth in hand. She was no use to herself hungry, after all. The odd fox looks up at her with large brown eyes- but she doesn't miss how it steals a glance at her food.]

I guess I should be excited that I'm somewhere new. [She scoops up the fox and places it next to her on the bench, offering it a bite.] I just wish Korra was here.

[She watches the animal take a few bites before returning her focus to the crowd. Spotting someone she hopes will be helpful, she reaches out a hand to catch their attention:]

Hey, I'm looking for someone. Do you think you could help me?

(I'm so sorry I did not see this until now!)

[bent_the_world]

[Korra's used to her Arcanine taking off and bolting after whatever fascinating thing has caught his attention - other Pokemon, food, a bit of fluff floating on the breeze...]

[But he doesn't usually do it in crowded, public places. Which is good! He's a big tiger-dog! And when he gets excited, he doesn't always pay attention to where he's going or who he bumps into. Or knocks over. But suddenly, all bets are off, and Korra's leaping to her feet to chase after her runaway starter.]

Iqniq! What's wrong with you....uh, sorry, 'scuse me...

[Ducking and weaving through the crowds, Korra is about ready to start yelling all kinds of outrageous, baseless threats...]

[When she sees a very familiar profile. With Iqniq the Arcanine bounding right towards her, woofing and howling. Suddenly Korra forgets about her starter. Or much of anything else because Asami is standing over there, talking politely with some local. Not that lady that looks like her, but actually Asami. Korra's heart skips a beat and her face breaks into the widest grin she's grinned in months.]

[Within moments, the Arcanine isn't the only one racing towards Asami.]

[Korra is equally inarticulate.]

Takaki Uno | Gundam IBO

[letsgohome]

A: O-Bon festival

[ Everything here feels like a fever dream, but without guidance, Takaki suffers from an indecisiveness about how he should try to go home. Or if he can go home at all. So much has happened, he realizes it might be impossible. Maybe this is the afterlife. But, if it is, where have those that he hoped to see here gone?

He's never been somewhere so cheerful and exciting. He wishes he could have Fuuka here, or Ride and Yamagi or... but he's alone, aside from his Pidgey, which he's decided to carry cradled in the crossing of his arms against his chest. It's calm, like him, swiveling its head around as if monitoring the world around it, but making no sudden movements. And Takaki has come to feel more calm with it in his arms. Pokemon just don't seem any weirder to him than regular animals, given his lack of familiarity of Earth's flora and fauna, so he's taken to them easily.

He, like the rest of Tekkadan, never had a childhood. While he's always forcing himself into responsibility, he can't help but... pause at a stall with... particularly nice looking sweets. ]

Ah... they smell good...

[ He remembers the sweets Orga had bought the kids when they got their first big paycheck. Instinctively, he wants to buy some and hoard them in case any of the little ones arrive, but maybe... just a few for him? Was that okay?

His Pidgey ruffles and makes a sound of protest and Takaki looks down, noticing that its trying to shake off some saliva that'd dripped onto its feathers. Oh gosh, he's drooling. ]

O-Oh, I'm sorry!

[ He adjusts it in his arms and brings his arm up to wipe his mouth before patting his pants pockets for a tissue. ]

B: Video - Who you gonna call?:

[ By force or by nature, Takaki Uno is usually pretty sunny. He's got a sunflower's disposition and he smiles for almost anyone, kind-handed and eager to help.

But he seems incapable of lifting the corners of his mouth as he speaks, hugging himself as his Pidgey roosts on his shoulder, tucked up against his neck. He can't turn his head with it there, luckily, and he won't let the feed see more than a fraction of what's standing behind him. All that peaks out is an arm, a green coat sleeve and a gripped fist. He's breathing like something's gripping his lungs. ]

Please... please tell me how to make it go away.

[ He brings his hands up and covers his face. He doesn't want to explain. He doesn't want to answer questions. He doesn't have the capacity for it right now, or he doesn't think he does without losing composure. He's trying so hard to hold it together. ]

I-I don't care how, just... please, someone tell me how to send it away. It won't stop following me.

B

[901att]

I'm not sure if we can.

[Randel's giant frame fills most of the video screen, but occasional glimpses can be caught of the spectres behind him. There's dozens of them, hundreds perhaps, all men and women in army uniforms, empty-eyed and still.

Randel looks grave, but he doesn't seem to be making any moves to chase them off. In all honesty, scenes like these are so common in his nightmares, he's used to this. The ghosts are always there. They are just a little more visible than normal.]

party poison | danger days

[killthe]

a. video

Okay so I can probably buy most of whatever these people are selling. Sure, pet birds the size of my damn car. Rats the size of babies. Why the hell not?

[Party's been holding the camera at arms' length, just slightly tilted under his chin - gotta get the best angles. His expression is very unamused, though, his hair hanging in messy strings over his face.]

BUT WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?

[He angles the camera further down at the Grimer trying to lap at his shoes. He's standing on a chair, presumably to get away from it.]

b. o-bon!

He welcomes the noise, for now. Things are so quiet around here (which is fine by him most days, but a part of him is uneasy without a little noise now and then) - and green. The green's what messes with him the most. It's not that gross pea green of irradiated cacti, but like. Actual green. Like someone spilled a bucket of paint and never bothered cleaning it up.

Anyway, Party is all over the place - he wanders around the festival aimlessly, for the most part. He stops at games that require aim and precision and tells himself that he nailed it even when he very clearly misses.

He's not touching the food though. Not yet, anyway. The smell's making him a little sick, to be honest - chalk it up to years living off the canned stuff.

He's definitely noticeable when he slips in a trail of slime left by his Grimer and flails a bit, reaching out to brace himself on anyone or anything nearby.

"Son of a - goddammit!"

Nobita Nobi | Doraemon

[used_realtears]

Nobita...is sitting on the ground and staring. The ghost in front of him looks a lot like the boy himself, but with a rather round nose and lips. He has his arms crossed, and his head tilted to the side. His face is sad, but also questioning.

"You...you look like Jinko," Nobita says, tears starting to drip from his eyes. "Does...does this mean that you're the son I would have had with her?" Well, technically one of the sons he would have had with her, considering what Nobisuke had shown him. "But...but you're not supposed to exist! How can you be a ghost if you don't exist?"

Tamashii is crouched by his side, leaning her head against her master's knee. She doesn't know how to handle this, or even know the full story behind this apparition, but she can offer him comfort at least.

[caineraisingproject]

"I have no idea why they're doing it, but some of the Ghost-types have decided to be extra ghostly," someone murmurs. "It is super cruel and they should knock it off."

That someone is leaning against a tree, frowning, feeding the Litten on his shoulder something that looks very much like a sardine.

"Haven't run into any that want to look like my aunt, uncle, or step-brother yet, but it's only a matter of time."

Jesse McCree | Overwatch

[fanthehammer]

[ A: ACTION AT THE O-BON FESTIVAL ]

Well, here's something you don't see everyday; a cowboy (complete with hat and spurs) with a metal hand, rugged looks and dusty red serape, accompanied by a Rockruff. He's taing in the festivities with a keen eye, walking with a defined swagger and pausing at the shooting range. Damn, did he feel bare without his trusty Peacekeeper at his side. The Rockruff at his feet barked eagerly, often chasing ahead of him before running back again.

[ B: VIDEO }

[ And here's the cowboy on camera. Jesse tipped his hat with a smile. ]

Well, hey there. name's McCree. Ain't exactly sure what's going on but there sure seems to be a lot of these critters about. Apparently this lil fella's mine now? [ A Rockruff barks, then apepars on screen, jumping up from the bottom of it to shove his nose at it. ] Seems friendly enough.

Someone said something about fighting em, but that seems a little cruel. I prefer to fight my own battles, thank you.

this is rem, just using a non-game muse for once

[gokigenyolo]

[What's up, Mr. Cowboy? Have a teenage girl tilting her head as she looks at you. The expression on her face is... judging seems too harsh a term, maybe. But she's thinking this over.]

It's not like really violent fighting or anything, it's all pretty tame. I think you'll get in way more trouble if you start fighting yourself.

...So let me guess. You're American.

ezio auditore | assassin's creed

[assassinos]

ghosts of assassin's past/festival

[ ... So, anyone who encounters Ezio at the festival will notice a little boy tagging along. Ezio looks troubled more often than not; why this place decided to remind him of his dead little brother, he will never understand. He's aware of the fact that this isn't Petruccio; nothing can bring back the dead, and when Ezio offers the boy a feather pendant, the little boy doesn't react as he should.

... Ah, whatever. He'll enjoy the festival as much as he can with the reminder of his failures walking along behind him. Ezio's still getting used to everything in this world, so food? He's trying a lot of it. Games? Sure, why not. He's really good at the knife-throwing game. Test your strength? It's a chance to show off.

And soon enough, he gathers up quite a few prizes. So whoever he runs into will get Ezio clearing his throat. ]

Signore-- [ or signora ] --would you like to take some of these off my hands?

action for... wherever

[ After the ghost of his little brother who died far too young is gone, Ezio can go back to traveling. It bothers the hell out of him that he can climb the tallest building in Florence, but he can't climb a damned ledge that's only feet high. Anyone who passes by will notice Ezio spouting curses at the thing. ]

Figlio d'un cane... There is clearly sorcery at work here.

[ ... Alternately, Ezio's in Goldenrod City, checking it out a little! And he's considering climbing one of those tall buildings. But something catches his eye. ]

Trubbish...

[ The Litten at his side puffs up and hisses, tail switching in irritation. ]

Easy now, piccina. It seems this one wants to join us. But a nickname... Claudia, [ he says, addressing the cat, ] what do you think of "Rodrigo"? A fitting name, no?

[ ... As it turns out, as much respect as Ezio's learned to display for the dead, he can be pretty petty. ]

action/ledge

[nacn]

[There's a teenage girl with a Mareanie over here, and she sees you on that ledge.]

I don't think anyone really has a better explanation than sorcery right now.

Missy | Doctor Who

[takemebythehearts]

A - Video
Fascinating creatures, really.

[The creature in question might be the wild Machop onscreen, but it's more likely the Gastly running rings around its opponent.]

Even aside from their psychic abilities, I must say I'm intrigued by the theories that they originated from deceased humans.

[The Gastly fades in and out of the background around the Machop, giggling as it phases through objects or outright turns invisible. It's not until the Machop is thoroughly disoriented and dizzy that the Gastly actually attacks with a paralyzing lick.]

If nothing else, I do wonder how one could have literal ghosts in a world without death.

B - Text
I'm curious. Consider this a small survey, I suppose.

How would you say the levels of technology here compare to those from your homeworlds?