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

[goldeneyeball]

JW quietly wonders if his brain is doing something stupid...but Jack's voice. The way he talks. No doubt this is the festival guy. But different. Either way he doesn't have those scary dogs with him and that gives JW confidence.

"Ah-ah!" JW shakes a scolding finger. "It doesn't matter if we're locals or not, when in Rome!"

[almosthandsome]

"Yeah, I'm not fighting you. Look, I've been having a really tough week - just batshit nuts! - and I just don't want to do this whole thing. That's my right, I'm a grown ass adult and 'no' is a whole sentence. I don't even have any money, all you're gonna win is a granola bar and a coupon for free pretzels with your next pitcher at what passes for the local watering hole around here."

Jack's money just got liquidated, he's got nothing to offer up as far as winnings go. Maybe if he had another Pokemon or something, but it just feels like it'd be really depressing to stand here while he loses his buzz, watching his dumb bug get its ass kicked.

"You want the coupon that bad you can have it, but in the interest of not going hungry tomorrow, you'll pry my granola bar outta my cold dead hands."

[goldeneyeball]

JW thought about his options. He did like granola bars. But he didn't drink. So the pretzel coupon would be useless to him unless he tried to trade up somewhere.

He also had the opportunity here to be a Good Guy and let this reborn newbie pass without hassle. A memory, like a bolt from the heavens, suddenly struck him straight through the chest. His primary memory with this man--the festival. His fortune. His fortune that repeated over and over and over.

There is still time.

JW lowers his hand from where it had been hovering over the poke'balls on his belt.

"Forget about it."

[almosthandsome]

Oh thank fuck. Jack really didn't know if this guy was gonna push it or not, he's seen how seriously people take this Pokemon thing around here. He visibly relaxes, holding up his hands.

"Thank you! Seriously, I didn't know I what I was gonna do if you started chucking angry animals at me anyway. I've literally been running away from the ones on the road, I dunno if there was a mixup or something but I didn't exactly get a useful funky animal friend."

He pulls his trembling Wimpod out and holds it in front of him to emphasize the point.

[goldeneyeball]

JW leans forward to get a better look at Wimpod. He's never seen that kind of Pokemon before but it did not look...very formitable.

"Oh, man, they screwed you over good. At least my duck could shoot water."

Instead of assaulting Jack with his team, JW decides to flex a little. He unclips Psyduck's ball from his hip and calls her out. She appears in a flash of brilliant red light and blinks around before noticing Jack and his partner.

"Psyduck?" She gently places a paw on the side of her head.

"She shoots ice now though." JW brags.

[almosthandsome]

"They both got spacey eyes, though! Well...I dunno, I guess mine more has really sad eyes. Geeze. Is this normal? Is it depressed? Maybe it just knows how pitiful it is..." Jack looks between his Wimpod and the other guy's duck...yeah, the duck does look tougher. And a little brain-dead but maybe that's just normal, too. He doesn't know.

"I don't even know what the hell it can do. How do you find out? Besides pitting it against something else, I mean." He just can't imagine this depressed looking little crab-bug fighting anything. Unless it spits acid or something, but he hasn't seen any evidence it can do anything cool like that.

[goldeneyeball]

"Okay that I can tell you." JW fishes his Poke'Gear out of his pocket and closes the gap between the two of them, holding the device out for Jack to see.

He steadies the lens over Psyduck and the 'Gear chimes and brings up her stats. Psyduck blushes a little at the attention. She's never been shown off before!

"It's hard if they don't hold still, but this can tell you most stuff."

[almosthandsome]

"Holy shit, it's like an ECHOeye!"

Jack laughs a little, tipsy and honestly a little delighted to see some tech that makes sense to him. Okay, so his little personal computer thing can tell him.

"Alright, let's take a look at this sad little mother trucker." He sets his Wimpod down and pulls out his own Gear, aiming it at the bug. And just as promised, a whole bunch of info pops up.

"Look at that! Okay...wow. Wow. So it's super scared of everything, it leaks poison when it gets really scared, and the poison reeks super bad! Apparently it also eats rotten things so yeah, real winner here. Holy shit, okay, I'd be depressed as hell, too!"

[goldeneyeball]

"Oh...wow." JW echoes Jack and rubs the back of his neck in second-hand embarrassment. That was. A stinker of a starter. Woof. "Hey, look on the bright side. It'll be easy to feed?"

Psyduck, meanwhile, has waddled up to the Wimpod and leaned down to give it a pat. She's also been the object of disappointment before. There there, little dude.

[almosthandsome]

"You can train the things, right? Maybe I can toughen it up. Just cuz he's a sad, pathetic little nothing now doesn't mean he's always gotta be. You can do better, little buddy!"

Jack knows all about that.

The Wimpod trembles at the attention, antennae waving nervously as the pat is cautiously endured.

"Maybe I outta battle him a little. I mean he's got poison, he's not defenseless. Plus we need the cash!"

[goldeneyeball]

"Yeah. You just have to find weaker Poke'mon. He'll probably turn into something bigger once he's got enough experience."

What the actual HELL is this feeling? He's never explained the world of Pokemon to anyone before. He thinks of his poke'gear buddy, the one who taught him about Yungoos. Was this what paying it forward felt like? Gross.

"Looks like he's Bug and Water. If he knows how to shoot water, try to beat up a Fire Pokemon, it'll be easier."

A thought comes to him. He does have Hot Stuff, but she's pretty beefy and he doesn't want to hurt her pride by calling her out and then commanding her to sit still while this baby bug squirts her for an hour. He shakes his head to dismiss the thought.

"Or go nibble on a Grass type."