NOVEMBER - DECEMBER TEST DRIVE MEME

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[gautsome]

Oh, no. You don't have to help me. Let's just focus on the rats, okay? Just wait until you see him smile.

[Does Dimitri need more rats? No. Will he get more rats? Absolutely. Because even if it isn't obvious, Sylvain can tell well Dimitri is pleased, can read his smiles even when they don't quite form.]

And don't worry about what I like, either. Seeing Dimitri's new rats will be enough for me.

[lightningfang]

What rat is best?

[The mere concept of pleasing someone, especially a potential new friend, is more than enough motivation for Razor to search under every rock and inside every bush for the coolest rat.]

Everyone likes something, yes? I like wolves. My family is wolves. [He will figure you out, Sylvain, just you wait.]

[pitpocket]

[Whoa - whoa, okay, so, that red light is kind of alarming just because it's not immediately clear what it is. But what's more alarming? The way Jinx starts to panic, her loud exclamation making Jazz jolts. From his shoulder, the little dragon digs his claws in more.]

[Easing up once the pony pops out again, Jazz finally relents and holds out a hand for the little pony to inspect. Creatures that are this cute tend to drain mana or steal your food, but... Well, it's not like they have much of either now, apparently.]

I'm gonna make a quick call that we should look at all the junk we have first before we keep going. Better to do it in town, I guess...

[If they get a ticking time bomb, after all, they can always dump it on some other poor sap and then run like hell.]

[Dumping his bag down on the ground, Jazz patiently takes note of everything. Some hygiene stuff, a sleeping bag - crap it's going to be like the Harvest Festival all over again - and is that a lunchbox? Nice.]

I mean, I can think of some other students possibly getting pissy because my class keeps stealing the spotlight... But that's a big if. And they wouldn't go after me, anyway.

[Jazz knows he doesn't have the charm that Eliza has, or the unexpected popularity with Agares and Gap. He's definitely not the star of all of this, because Iruma is the one that's always surging ahead unexpectedly.]

[Him? Sure he's clever and all that... but he's nothing super impressive. Not yet. Hm. Maybe that's something...]

Maybe some weird stalkers...

[northernveteran]

[ ...oooooookay! So he's dealing with someone who's going through a phase! Nothing wrong with that, mostly everyone goes through an edgy phase anyway. ]

I see. I trust that you know where you are going, then.

[ Yeah, that's a smart move right there.

There's a short pause before he speaks up again. ]

I've read that this cave has multiple exits. One exit leads to a town, while another leads to another route. Is there a particular place you want to go?

sometimes the *calm leader type* derails the adventure by messing with a thing and thats Equality

[fortuna_tenax]

[While he goes through the things in his own backpack, Jinx sits down and finally settles on a page that catches her eye: Pokéballs.]

According to this, these are supposed to safely transport the... "Pokémon" in a space-efficient manner utilizing the "latest technology". [You can't just handwave things like that, manual! What the heck!] That would have been nice to know before the miniature heart attack.

[A part of her wants to wait a bit before leaving, like a few days to acclimate or something since there's clearly so much they don't know about the world, but the small peaceful town vibe is making her skin crawl. It's the pure chaos of the city or nothing, baby! Setting the book aside for now, she searches again through her own bag.]

"Potion"? "Repel"? ... Well, at least they don't play around with names, I guess. I'm guessing this- [She holds up a few bills, before tucking it away... somewhere. Sneaky thieves know the best places to hide valuables after all.] must be the currency. And lastly is this thing I'm assuming to be the closest we'll get to a phone.

[Though the panic has died down, she's still visibly agitated. But thankfully with the disappearing unicorn crisis not even being an actual thing, and an answer of sorts being provided, she's able to think clearly again. She needs to calm down- high emotions aren't going to serve anyone, and she's better than this by now. Or at least, she's supposed to be.]

I don't think we're going to make any progress on who did this any time soon, to be honest. Heck, it's entirely possible we weren't even targeted but were just randomly plucked out of our world.

[gautsome]

Uh... Looks like he usually prefers the purple ones. Those are about the only type that I have seen. They have long teeth, red eyes, and curly tails.

Honestly, they are pretty common from what I have come across. You shouldn't have trouble finding them.

[At Razor's second statement, Sylvain can only laugh a bit awkwardly.]

Yeah, you and me both, kid. But that's okay. [He perks up just as quick.] Right -- Names. I told you all about Dimitri, but not about me.

You can call me Sylvain. Sylvain Gautier is the full name but... That doesn't really matter.

[purifyingroots]

The wild thing is that he makes a face at that like Marvus has suggested some Fascinating Novelty that Millennial Tree Cookie has never heard of. "I suppose that had not occurred to me."

But, of course, it makes sense. It's only natural for a living being in a state of discomfort to seek to alleviate that discomfort. It's... just that he's not quite used to experiencing physical discomfort like this, let alone seeking solutions. That's a problem for other beings.

Oh, well, that's a good question he has an answer for. "There is no need for protest; cookies seem to be strictly non-living baked goods here."

[lightningfang]

[He nods at the description, trying to log it in his memory. Purple rats with curly tails. That should be easy enough, right?

... He would probably take more interest in Sylvain's comment, but honestly, the knight says so much, so quickly that it's all Razor can do to simply keep up. Everything else goes in one ear and out the other, as it were.]

Silver... Vain... Gottie... A? [Ah, he's very overwhelmed at this point. He just shakes his head vigorously before pressing a hand to his own chest.] Razor.

[gautsome]

Yeah, that's it. Silver Vein. Like you're mining. [He clearly doesn't mind the mispronunciation. From what he can tell, Razor is more fluent in another language. If making associations helps, then he'll encourage it.

Besides, Silver Vein sounds cool.]

Great to meet you, Razor. I can tell we're going to be good friends.

[He holds his hand out to shake it.]

[lightningfang]

[Sure, that's it! Wolf sounds totally count as a language.]

Friends. [Razor is so very glad to have made a friend already that he actually makes the effort to confirm it. He doesn't, however, reach for Sylvain's hand. Rather, he just sort of stares at it and tilts his head.]

Hurt? Know what plant helps.

[gautsome]

[Oh... Awkward... Sylvain lets his hand drop.]

No, no, I'm fine. Forget it, just a knight custom, that's all! I'll teach it to you later.

[lightningfang]

Later.

[Razor sure has a lot to learn, but he's glad the silver vein knight is here to help him. He pats Pup on the head once more and, simple as that, he's ready to set off on their rat hunt.]

[allagain]

Hmhmhm. We keep the company of some very different fluffy bunnies. The ones from my home are renowned as fierce warriors and hunters.

[Video]

[cyan_maid]

[Sheika Slate...maybe that's like. A brand of iPad? Hm.]

To videos, you mean? Well...it's a good way to have a real-time record of something happening, if you need it. You can share ideas, observations, even teach someone over them! It's not a perfect substitute for seeing or doing something in person, but it's a good way to get started if you can't be there yourself.

[hypertextualjuggler]

Oho, so it's more likely a culture gap thing! Marvus' theory moves from solely 'weirdo' to 'not originally human, might still be weirdo'. Someone from somewhere cookies are alive, apparently, which he might have found weirder before he saw what kind of Fiduspawn this place has.

"Oh, yeah, bud. No living cookies, as far as I've seen, though I'm p sure there's some sorta cake Pokemon if you're lookin' for baked goods with a measure of sentience. How long you been here? You try hot drinks yet? That's an easy fix for bein' cold."

[purifyingroots]

He nods thoughtfully at that. "I believe... I have heard of those. It's a relief that they don't seem to be at risk of being eaten here."

Millennial Tree Cookie smiles, as if Marvus has said something funny. "I have been here for only a short time." A great joke about his obscenely long lifetime that he has not even mentioned to this guy. "So far, I haven't tried much of a variety of this place's food and drinks, but I suppose I should... a hot drink does sound like a good solution."

[hypertextualjuggler]

Huh, a joke he's not in on. You get a decent amount of those at Clown Church, sure, but as one of the elder clowns still on Alternia, he's usually the keeper of the jokes. This is...kind of nostalgic. It'll probably be like this once he's offplanet.

Anyway, that's sidetracking from his actual goal here.

"Ever had chocolate? Or maybe you'd be more into hot bean or leaf fluid... You wanna come with me? There's a, cafe nearby, my treat. Seein' as you're new to it and this place an' all." A very brief pause before 'cafe' as Marvus makes sure he's not mixing up his highblood and lowblood slang. His instinct is to go lowblood for humans but they all use highblood slang for some reason?

Of course, this guy isn't a human anyway, as far as he can tell, so who knows what words will make the most sense to him. Best to just feel it out, probably.

[purifyingroots]

He brightens at the mention of something more familiar. "I have! The Cookies ensured I tried it, in my time among them."

Millennial Tree Cookie nods, after a moment of considering that offer. "I... believe I should have enough money to buy my own, but if you do wish to pay, I would appreciate the gesture."

Good news: A lot of words make a lot of sense to him. Even if his whole... vibe is as weird and distant as it is.

[hypertextualjuggler]

"It's no 'tin off my nub, bud-dee, I'm happy to buy you a drink. After all, you got no way of knowing for absolute sure if you'll like it." Marvus makes a showy beckoning gesture with a hand and starts off walking a bit sideways, keeping an eye on MT to check if he's following.

"I'm Marvus, bee tee dub. Are you sayin' you're pals with sentient cookies? How big we talking?"

aww man that's too bad ;; (also sorry this one took a bit!)

[purifyingroots]

Aw, this poor kid. He smiles reassuringly. "If you are asking if my world had living cookies, yes. I would not say, however, that I was at much risk of eating them - or that doing so accidentally was likely at all, any more than it seems to be here."

It seems like that would be difficult to do without meaning to, unless one was paying very little attention. But he kind of appreciates the girl's concern, all the same. It's a nice contrast to the Witches' callousness toward the Cookies, creating living beings only to be consumed.

He supposes it's no wonder their actions led to their destruction at Dark Enchantress Cookie's hands, even if he can't condone her wiping them out.

More currently relevant: The girl seems to have calmed down again, while Earth Colt shares a baffled look with Amalthea. Millennial Tree Cookie kneels down carefully and offers a hand for the little unicorn to sniff. "She's very pretty."

[purifyingroots]

OH there he goes. Millennial Tree Cookie starts slightly, but makes no move to stop the lizard, just... holding a hand carefully underneath where he's squirming, to make sure he doesn't fall.

"I-- see. Ah, thank you?"

He's not sure he TOTALLY understands what's happening here-- oh, well, that lizard is warm, that is true.

no its okay! holiday season does that, even now.

[fortuna_tenax]

... Was he trying to tell her that he- no, no, that. That's silly. And definitely not something she just refuses to consider for even more than a second. Absolutely ridiculous, never mind the things she's seen from home.

"Well... I. Suppose that's reassuring..." NOT CONSIDERING IT.

Still, she can't help but smile, because he's right. Amalthea's absolutely lovely, even if she still trips and gives her trainer a heart attack because do you know how delicate horse legs are? The fauna of this world are stupidly sturdy, but she's yet to truly internalize that. She watches fondly as Amalthea does sniff a bit before bouncing forward happily.

"I feel like I was being judged. But she is, so I'll forgive her," Jinx jokes with a put-on airy voice. "Is that one yours, then?" Obviously, but it's polite. ... Right? God, how do you do this 'being a nice person' thing-

[purifyingroots]

Okay, so, remember how he knows a lot of words? It might not be enough, because about a third of what was just said, he can only guess at. He can gather the important information, but he's definitely making sort of a troubled face, like a somewhat out-of-touch dad trying to piece together recent slang. Which is, in fact, more or less what is happening.

He follows Marvus readily (making sure, in turn, that his Mudbray has seen he's leaving and is coming along), and... hm, that's something else to consider, he supposes. The recent amendment to his name doesn't quite apply anymore... but, then, neither does his name before that point. And neither quite fits within human naming conventions... ah, he'll have to find a solution to that at some point.

In the meantime, he doesn't seem to be too concerned with answering.

"I suppose they would be..." He thinks for a moment, going over his memories of humans' sizes, compared to Cookies'. He lets go of his own shoulders long enough to hold up his hands, about three inches apart. "Roughly this size."

[trampire]

Even with Marvus' laid back and cheerful demeanor, even as he hands the bar off to his Salandit (which is, actually, it's own problem), and prattles on about looking for trolls, and Lanque being the lucky first he's come across...he can't seem to make that pressure in his blood pusher cavity go away.

Still, his expression stays steely and cold, like he's utterly unaffected by Marvus' presence, or him rewarding his Pokémon when he otherwise shouldn't have. At least the Salandit reacts, with some gleeful saaahs before it scurries back over to Lanque. Letting out a measured breath, he casually shrugs his shoulders.

"I guess they are." The reply is quick as a whip. "So, what do you think that means, then? If you're one to ponder these sorts of 'miracles' and all that."

He hopes it doesn't mean that Marvus plans on trying to stick around him. They might be some level of immortal here, but there's nearly nine sweeps of fear-based conditioning he's combating being in his presence. Not that there isn't some level of a...rush from the not-quite-danger. Which isn't wholly unenjoyable, and might be persuading his stance on the clown troll a little.

I THOUGHT I GOT TO THIS WHOOPS

[fortuna_tenax]

I mean, paint does still exist, but some people make an art of how they capture the still images instead- how they frame it and what they choose to show in it, the angle and lighting. Maybe I can find a photography book and show you...?

[ ... OH. OKAY- She's not gonna bring it up. Not gonna bring it up! Who wants to talk about the tragedies of your life, especially the most famous one, with a teenage girl anyways? No, no, she's going to focus on the nicer things, like the fact that she has a unicorn, and that there's a purple bird with feathers that look like fans. Yeah. ]

It's a term that means I prioritize learning more often than not- there's other associations though- annnd it used to be an insult I guess? But not anymore.

[ At this point, the unicorn- how would Amalthea sound as a name, Jinx wonders- settles, curling up beside her new trainer. Her main is soft and delightfully curly, Jinx finds. Despite the rude awakening and the situation... she can't find it in her to be too upset right now. (But she is still upset, don't get me wrong.) ]