ohmyarceus | NOVEMBER - DECEMBER TEST DRIVE MEME

It didn't come up too often back home, but we were aware of a few. Some crossed over a few times, even, but I didn't get involved then... But there was this... "Master of Games" who abducted all the best fighters of the city, and tricked them into fighting each other for his gain. I won't write off malice, but this doesn't seem to be like that at least.

[That guy had been a creep, but Raven had caught on to his schemes quickly enough. Much as she hated owing anyone anything- least of all the Teen Titans- she could admit that the other witch had done good. ... Granted, the Titans also sent her and her team Mother May-Eye, so any goodwill from the Master of Games incident was g o n e.]

... I guess the music's not so bad. A little weird though- I didn't see any speakers either.

[She's sure quick, which is something Jazz can always appreciate. It's why Allocer is his partner... you know, normally, when he hasn't been kidnapped and-or illusioned into some weird sunny place. Still, all the knowledge in the world might not help them out here...]

[So hey, if she has a bloodline ability, or the know-how for offensive magic (damn, he can't wait to be a second year), Jazz is more than happy to take a nice wide step back and wait. Whatever gets the job done, right? Although, in hindsight, trying to cut through the knot (so to speak) didn't really work with that shitty tutor of his... Although, in one way, he supposes that had offered a clue of its own, although him and Allocer hadn't had time to really dig into the trick he used. Maybe this girl using her hexes will help reveal a sort of clue here, too.]

[Except... He frowns when the girl's eyes suddenly go wide, and she turns nearly white - more white than she already was, anyway. What's more alarming than that, however, are her words, and, shit, shit, he wasn't just off- ]

[Jazz tries again, but that's wrong. He shouldn't have to try, either. His eyes have practically had a life of their own, connected to his hands, ever since he was young. Pit has "activated" as much as he's ever activated "breathing". Sometimes he focuses, but that's it... and he can't even do that, now.]

Shit... You're not the only one. My own senses aren't working either.

[He drags a hand down his face, fingers curled around his mouth as he glowers around them. This place seems far too idyllic, honestly.]

Whatever this place is - [Illusion or kidnapping] - then we have two choices, as far as I can see. We can either comb this town from floorboards to rooftops for hints, or go outwards to see how far all of this stretches.

[Even an illusion has to have a limit... unless it's attached to someone, anyway.]

Either way, working together would probably be better than us splitting apart... So, what do you think?

[There's something comforting about the fact that she's not the only one- that whatever supernatural ability of his has been plucked away too. It makes her wonder how long they'd been asleep in there- though she doesn't remember seeing any other rooms or anyone else in the bedroom she woke up in- and if it had something to do with this loss of a piece of themselves. It's not a good situation in the slightest, and she feels robbed of a piece of her very soul, but at least she's not dealing with that alone. With careful consideration she looks back at the house they had come from.]

We can't go back in there- and honestly, I'm not even sure it would help. That woman hadn't been keen on answering questions, said something about it being time for a journey. I don't think we're going to find anything here.

[She's not eager to play by the rules imposed on them, but it might be all they can do.]

I agree, working together's probably our best bet right now-

[At this, the tiny unicorn gives out a delighted, drawn out 'niiii' sound. ... Huh. Okay. Admittedly, in her panic, Jinx had forgotten about their little animals too.]

Oh, right, hi. We can figure you out in a second. I'm not personally fond of the idea of staying here. There's a path out, I've noticed?

[Clarisse scoffs loudly (it echoes against the cave walls) and makes a noisy display of stomping about in place, as though this is a terrible inconvenience to her, as she turns to face G'raha—not that he'll be able to see that she's done so. Hovering beside her shoulder, her Shuppet cackles lightly.]

Yeah, yeah. [For someone who came back from the dead from a world where small children can turn into whole entire dragons, Clarisse sure has a lot of unwarranted disbelief about her traveling companion having been given a new form. I'm sorry. She's rude.] You'd better learn how to keep up on your own. I'm not carrying around dead weight, so if something dangerous shows up in here, you're just screwed.

Oh! Okay. [She accepts this readily, at least. As she pat pat pats her dear Drampa's head, she muses,] Maybe you wouldn't eat so many berries if you could turn real small like me.

[She moves on quite quickly from that, though, at the opportunity to be helpful.]

If she gets hurt, you go to the Pokémon Center! There's one in every town and city. A lady named Nurse Joy runs it and she's soooo nice, and she'll take your Pokémon and heal them right up, like magic! And, and, it doesn't cost anything; if you just walk in and say you need help, you get it! It's really nice.

[Clarisse scoffs, and seems to decide that because she doesn't like the answer she's been given, it's fake and not worth her attention.]

This thing was made for ripping and tearing, look at those teeth. It better learn to stop being so friendly.

[Judging by the way it keeps running little circles at its trainer's feet and pawing at her legs, it will not.]

[Much like Clarisse, Razor is extremely reluctant to venture deep into the city -- he's much more comfortable sticking to the Route, the wooded areas in particular, but the aerial show does pique his interest. To get a better view, he has to brave setting foot on the outskirts of town. He notices Clarisse, and in an effort not to disturb her, he moves silently, a stalking wolf.

Unfortunately, either he doesn't give this particular human's senses enough credit, or his young Rockruff isn't quite as good at keeping quiet as he is.

Clarisse's outburst puts him on the defensive at first, but when he sees she's just startled, not necessarily about to attack, he relaxes. Then he looks between her and the distant Flying types two or three times.]

Why? Can't hunt 'Mon. Not meat.

Can't hunt them without my bow. [She sounds tremendously bitter that this cute and precious world of friendship has taken her weapon away from her. Boo fuckin' hoo, you murderous brat.] They'd make good enough meat if they had to, though. And great target practice.

No sword, either... [Or Vision. He's less bitter and more confused, but still relates. Although he doesn't seem to understand the extent of her desire for violence. He shakes his head.]

No meat. Why hunt except for meat?

Practice, obviously. So your skills are sharp when there's a real threat.

[He gives a small nod, at least understanding wanting to be prepared.]

Staying strong is good. Smart. [Rockruff looks up between them, tilting its head at its trainer, who meets its gaze in turn.] For my lupical, play fighting is best training. No one hurt, not really.

[Sylvain's own pup is a little bewildered. He's a timid little thing, cowering at first near Sylvain's legs before realizing that whoever this is -- they are shaped like a friend.

He's only just bounded out when the young man approaches. Once more, he dances back, shoving himself between the metal greaves on Sylvain's calves.]

Aw, easy, Maurice. No need to look so upset. [He bends down to pat his head, before looking up at the newcomer.]

Seems we have a friend in common.

Oh, my, that sounds quite vexing, indeed.

[ Kidnapping people for entertainment purposes? Sounds like god-stuff to Orpheus, actually, but he knows better than to voice that kind of observation out loud when anyone could be listening. He can be flippant when he wants to be, but he's not dumb. ]

Speakers, though? Forgive me the question, but - surely you mean singers? Or perhaps not, as the music as I hear it seems to have no vocal aspect, spoken or sung.

[ Bold to assume that Kabbu would lag behind! He's a seasoned explorer, braving through unforgivable swamps and unknown deadlands. A dinky dark cave is nothing.

Not so for his Falinks partner, the small group trying their best to march along. Well, that's okay. They're still new at this whole adventuring thing. He bends down to scoop up the six small beans, much to their delight.

Heeeeeeeee'll just ignore that little quip Clarisse said. If he really thinks about it, she's like his teammate from his world. She's just like Vi! ...if she was hellbent on murdering people!!]

You seem to be progressing through these caves rather easily. Have you adventured in your own world as well?

[Holy shit. Was this what universal healthcare felt like? (The fact that she had to ask that at such an age was kind of sad, actually.) But.]

And if I get hurt or sick? Is it like, pokémon only?

[She hates how foreign everything sounds on her lips in this world.]

... Wait, turn small-??

Edited (fIXIN CODE DWBI) 2020-12-29 22:41 (UTC)

[... oh god no. Jinx bites back a groan- she knows this type. The try-hard, anything to win types. The anything-for-the-cause types. The 'I genuinely reject your reality and substitute my own and if the world doesn't match my thought process I'll get angry' types. Can she turn around? ... Nope. Damn it.]

It's a goddamn puppy is what it is, and what it wants is praise and to play. Even I can see that.

»Network«
MY CAT JUST MADE MONEY!!

[Attached is a blurry photo of a bemused Meowth sitting in a pile of Pay Day coins.]

IT'S A NEW YEAR'S DAY MIRACLE! They say hard work pays off and it really is true! Waiting and working and now the universe is giving a young girl the bounty needed to live life to its fullest!

»Action«
Hey you!

[Wherever you are, you are you're being accosted by a young woman backed up by a Zangoose that manages to hulk behind her despite being the shorter of the pair.]

When two trainers meet on the road, that means it's time to battle! Our Pokemon clashing in heated combat with pride and cash on the line! Our eyes met, you can't decline my challenge! LET'S GO!

»Wildcard«
[Come at me.]

That's a backpack! You can use it to carry all that stuff you just dropped!

[Was Mako even here a second ago? It's unclear. But she's here now, she's helping, and also stuffing her face with the bento and trail mix inside her own pack.]

Yeah, it was... pretty much the worst. And because he comes back once whoever defeats him leaves, we have no idea if he's still out there or not.

[Oh right, he's dead. And probably old.]

Where I'm from, technology has advanced enough that sound can be recorded and played back through machines, allowing more people to hear it. Since this place seems pretty much like smaller towns I've seen in passing, I figure the technology levels are about the same.

[A brief pause, before she looks up at him, pulling the little unicorn over to her lap. Something about unicorns just feels more sincere, so maybe what she has to say will be taken seriously. Or not. She's just a 15 year old chaos child after all.]

You don't have to feel bad for asking questions, you know. Being willing to ask is a good thing.

Millennial Tree startles - he's not quite accustomed yet, it seems, to not being able to sense when he's being approached - and turns toward... one of the humans. Strange, seeing them thriving here. Good for them.

He smiles, somewhat apologetically - more at the fact that he evidently did concern someone than any apparent awareness of why. Even though he's been standing here in the cold staring at a bakery display as if it were something much grislier for several minutes. "Oh-- yes, I am alright. Did I seem not to be?"

The Mudbray, having noticed something finally going on that isn't his trainer standing motionless in front of a window, trots over to get a look at Amalthea. New friend??

[Pup doesn't yet understand the difference between play and actual fear, though she calms down a little when her trainer gives a soft huff in her direction. From just out of Maurice's reach, she paws at his space and wiggles her butt. See, she just wants to play!]

Friends, yes! Pup is very good. Not seen another Pup before.

[Though Maurice isn't the only thing that catches his eye... Razor seems, for the first time, to notice the armor Sylvain is wearing. He doesn't smile very wide, but excitement lights up his eyes.]

You are a knight?

"Well, you do seem rather concerned about those cookies." (Jinx. Jinx please sugarcoat things for the old tree man.) Still, there's certainly... something odd about him. He reminds her of those wise, secretly old wizards and sorcerers in stories- lost in the world for all their gentleness and sorry about it. ... Or she's been reading too much again, because really, that is a goddamn stranger and she's been delving too deeply into comforts since her arrival.

Amalthea, while aware of her trainer's hangups about basic social interaction and also the small 'crime' of enjoying things, has more important business, however: greeting the mudbray happily! (Oh, Jinx is gonna have to comb the sugar mane of dirt later, isn't she?)

Chip is, by contrast, nicely bundled up for the weather. With a glaringly yellow hat and coat (with attached jaggy tail!!), it's honestly impressive that Millennial Tree hasn't noticed them yet--not that they mind, of course, but...

Well, you don't need to be Beyond-aligned to see he's upset about something.

"...did you lose your jacket, mister?"

~~Swing and a miss.~~

Edited 2020-12-30 00:53 (UTC)

[Maurice sniffs the air, then noses forward to sniff at the little Pokemon. He lets out a little yip, before plunging forward all the way and licking the top of his new friend's head.]

You must be new here, right? [The Rockruff aren't exactly hard to come by, depending on the path being followed.

At the young man's question, Sylvain straightens up.]

I am. To a wonderful prince, even.

[Oh, they're at the licking stage of friendship? HELL yeah! Pup is going to wrestle Maurice into the ground!!!]

New, yes. Woke up -- no fang, no claws in Mother's den -- only... not Mother. [At least, he's pretty sure it wasn't his real mother. Not that he'd know her face if he saw it.

But, at any rate...]

Knight who follows prints...? What kind? Bunny? Fox?

NOVEMBER - DECEMBER TEST DRIVE MEME

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icon solidarity lmao

it just be like that sometimes

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HI AMITY!!!

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C (Don't mind the beetle icons, he's totally a human)

jinx is just very pouty if she cant fight her way out of things tbh

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Mako Mankanshoku | Kill la Kill

A - New Bark

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oh hello, i'm glad!!

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so fun fact, i actually write sea fairy!! lov that ocean lesbian.

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