NOVEMBER - DECEMBER 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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Comments

[lordofthefries]

[Sasha wouldn't know vanity if it bit her on the nose. She's from a place where no one had time to be vain if you weren't filthy rich. Sasha was just filthy back them so she can't really figure out what this guy is doing on the network. She's actually concerned he might be having a fit of some sort, maybe had eaten some poisoned berries somewhere and this is how the symptoms show.

She's far too polite to strangers to immediately think he's just a moron.]

What's wrong with your eye?

[There's a very concerned look on her face. Should she call the medics? Get Nurse Joy on the horn?]

[gautsome]

My eye? [Sylvain at first turns around, expecting the voice to come from nearby. When he finally manages to pin it down to the device in his hand, there's a look of bewilderment there.]

Wait -- it can talk? [He picks the Pokegear back up and draws it closer to his face, as if trying to peer into it and find the person speaking to him. It lasts only a second before he pulls it back. He's content to believe this contraption is enchanted, rather than a minuscule prison cell.]

Uhh -- nothing's wrong with my eye. Not that you should be able to see me. How did you do that, anyway?

[lordofthefries]

You keep blinking. One eye. You keep blinking one eye.

[He probably just has a foreign object in it. That's as much as she can guess. She would ask if he felt something in his eye, but now she's distracted by his next statement, one that makes her frown.]

I'm not an it. And of course I can talk.

[Sir, don't be rude or else she won't call the Chansey nurses for you.]

Because you're using your gear. And there's a camera?

[The end of that sentences lilts upwards because to be perfectly honest, Sasha doesn't exactly know how the 'gear works, much less how cameras do. Science and technology is beyond her. All she knows is that they just do and asking questions leads to confusion.]

[gautsome]

That's -- I'm just winking.

[He's a little insulted that someone seems to think there's a medical abnormality there. He likes to think he looks absolutely undeniable when he winks.

But... that's probably not the point.]

Uh. Camera? [He prods at the device a few times.] What's a camera?

[lordofthefries]

...Why?

[That pause is SO LOUD. They probably heard it over on the mainland from Sevii. Sasha is even more confused that she started this conversation. The guy doesn't know he's broadcasting and he's winking.

To himself. Help him, Arceus.]

Umm... I don't really know, but it's the little circle at the top of your Pokegear. [She points a finger upwards as if he's even watching her, but at least if he is, he can probably figure out the black dot in the corner.] We don't have them where I'm from, but someone here told me it takes a picture of you and you don't even have to draw it. It just... happens. And people can see you and you can see them

[gautsome]

Well. Never hurts to practice your image, right? Never know when someone cute might look your way.

[And with that, he winks again. Now that he knows people can watch him through this thing, he figures he's gotta be on his toes at all times now.

Admittedly, that thought does distract him from the instructions he's given but... he's able to at least piece together what she said. He locates the little dot and taps his finger against it.]

So. It's a painter and carrier pigeon, all in a box? [Wild.]

[lordofthefries]

[Now she flips her expression from confusion to disbelief.]

That doesn't happen to people like me.

[Talk a pipe dream there, bucko. To her, those things are people who have blonde hair and are smart. People the total opposite of her.

Also stop that. She's getting too familiar with your fingerprints right now.]

Kind of. But faster! And you don't have to worry about someone shooting down the pigeon and you never getting the message.

[Sasha, baby, please...]

[gautsome]

Aw, don't sell yourself so short. [He fights the urge to wink again, lest he prove to her that he actually does have some sort of vision impairment.] Bet you haven't taken the time to look around, that's all.

[Sylvain is doing his best not to think about the wave of nostalgia threatening to bubble up inside him. He might have had an undeniable reputation as a womanizer back then, but he was also a just as likely to take meek kids under his wing and give them a bit of encouragement.]

Huh. Seems like it'd be great during war time. [He glances off screen almost warily. That thought puts a damper on his mood.] And you use these things all the time here?

[lordofthefries]

Look around? For what?

[Dating and wooing and flirting and all that stuff aren't things she's ever been familiar with. Inexperience and the fact all her friends swooned over another particularly blonde girl back home leads her thought process: she has nothing anybody wants. Looking around won't fix that in her eyes.]

You're in the military too? [He looks dejected a bit, but this topic is something Sasha knows much more about so it perks her up. And that's sad.] Yes, it's how we talk to each other here. And it also tells you about your Pokemon!

[gautsome]

The people that are looking at you.

[He shrugs like this is the most obvious thing in the world. Like he isn't giving random dating advice to an equally as random girl in a world he's unfamiliar with. At least this way, he doesn't have to think too hard about what's going on around him.]

More or less. [It's hard to call the ramshackle resistance his house had put together a military force. He doubts she wants to know about all of that, though.]

Pokemon? Those are the weird things in balls, right? Mine had a fish in it. Kinda gross looking.

[lordofthefries]

No one's looking at me.

[She states that as a fact. Her tone makes it clear this isn't attention seeking, just some kind of thing that been confirmed for her over the years. Cause you know, when you're almost out of your teens and you haven't even held hands with someone, much less been kissed, and you aren't a bit like the other girls that the boys (and other girls) date, it's kind of obvious where your weaknesses are. At least it seems so to Sasha.]

I'm in the military too! What were you fighting?

[Even if she perks up here, she's not entirely excited about it. It's just something she finds in common with a stranger. Sasha takes what she can get.]

Uh huh... gross looking how? Did you ask the Pokegear what kind of fish it is?

[gautsome]

[Sylvain can tell when a subject has reached a dead end. Trying to encourage his classmates, many of whom he'd known for years, to break beyond their barriers hadn't gone well the first try, either. He knows that a conversation with a stranger won't end any better.]

What was I -- [The question catches him off guard. What else was there to fight?] People, of course.

[He squints and shakes his head.]

I have not asked it yet, no. Only because I did not realize I could have a conversation with it.