ohmyarceus | March - April Test Drive Meme

1. New Bark Town

[Crowley sat on the front steps of...his?...house. Well. A house, at the very least. He'd woken up in it instead of his flat and something about the space had felt like home despite his confusion. Before him a small, green creature stood gazing up at him expectantly. Occasionally it said 'sniiii' or 'vy vy vy' or simply 'snivy'. A creature of few words, it seemed.]

.....rrrrrrright.

[He sighed. Snivy did as well. Clearly they weren't getting anywhere. Crowley had woken up with the little creature gazing up at him from the floor beside the bed and it hadn't left his side since. It was clearly trying to communicate but Crowley was too anxious about the whole situation to attempt to try to understand it before this moment. Why was he here? Where was here? Was this some trick from Down There to get back at him for giving them the slip? Was Aziraphale all right? Why had his powers left him? He'd asked these questions rapid-fire to the mostly empty bedroom originally and Snivy had followed him around as he paced the room, finally tugging on the leg of his trousers to get his attention.]

So...Pokémon. I know that. I get that. But you're not one I've ever seen before. Oi!

[He lifted his gaze from Snivy to the road just in front of the house, calling to whoever was passing by.]

Is this for real? This-

[He waved both of his hands slightly frantically, indicating everything around him.]

-all of this. Not some weird dream?

2. Edge of Route 29

[Crowley had let Snivy urge him along to the edge of New Bark Town after he'd freaked out a bit in his room, only to be booted out by a mysterious figure only known as 'Mom'. Wasn't the 'mom' he was used to, but she didn't let him back in the house, so he supposed in that regard she and his original Mother were the same. He let the little creature lead the way, watching as if in a daze while the Pokémon scampered here and there, his broad, flat tail twitching in the warm sun. Large, slitted eyes would occasionally glance back at him and, if Crowley wasn't moving fast enough for his liking, Snivy would return to his side. Finally the duo reached the road sign indicating they were starting down Route 29. It was here Crowley paused.]

Look, Lizard, I'm going to be frank with you. I don't know what's going on. I'm hungry. I'm tired. I think I have to piss? These are not things I'm used to being and I really, really don't want to walk down some- some path! Without knowing where I'm going!

[Snivy watched the outburst, clearly not impressed. He heaved a little 'sni' and waddled back towards Crowley, broad tail swishing in the sun. He reached one small arm up to pat the bag slung over Crowley's shoulder - he'd made sure his trainer had taken it from the house before they'd left. None of their supplies were going to fit into the pockets on his jeans - and after a moment, Crowley got the message.]

What- oh. Right.

[He pulled the bag off and rummaged around, finding something that reminded him a bit of his phone. He didn't waste any time and started fiddling with it. A few moments later a map was pulled up on the screen.]

....s'that me?

[He squinted a bit at the little dancing icon.]

...huh. Okay so...New Bark Town...nnn...route 29...

[Satisfied that his trainer had at least some idea of where they were going, Snivy turned to head down the path once more. Crowley, absorbed in the new yet familiar tech, followed along quietly, taking solace in the comfort of figuring out a new toy.]

3. Partner's Choice

You decide! Anxiety Snake is at your service! Just don't tell him that.

Crowley?

[What was probably a very welcome voice rang out from off the path, and a confused angel came afterwards, waving his hand.]

Crowley! Thank goodness, I was ever so worried; are you all right, dear boy?

[He couldn't help but grab Crowley by the shoulders, prodding at him gently as though searching for injuries. Two Pokémon trailed after, a bipedal purple creature with a pair of thick horns and a very excitable little kitten riding on its head. The purple one looked exasperated.]

[Almost instantaneously, Crowley's head snapped up at the sound of a very familiar voice. He looked around for just a moment before his name was said again, allowing him to hone in on the source. He had about two seconds to process what he was seeing before Aziraphale was before him. As per usual when he was caught off guard, Crowley lost his capacity to put words together.]

Nnnye- nnnn....er-

[The hands giving him a gentle shakedown seemed to make his ability to speak suffer another debilitating blow, but it didn't stop him from reaching up to grab Aziraphale's biceps in a probably slightly painful grip. He swallowed hard, struggling to say something intelligent.]

S'that really you, Aziraphale?

[His voice was weak with hope, hesitation, and the beginnings of relief. He'd lost the angel once before and the thought of being somewhere without his friend wasn't something he'd allowed himself to ponder too much in his short time here. At his feet, Snivy gazed up at Aziraphale with curiosity in his eyes, then over to the Indeedee and Skitty who were trailing behind the other man. He remained silent though did give a little nod to the other Pokémon.]

Don't be daft, of course it's me.

[Half a second too late, Aziraphale remembered the fire. When he was discorporated, he hadn't been able to see Crowley, but the anguish in his voice had been palpable. They never really did unpack that whole incident, not together anyway.]

Sorry. It is me, don't fuss. Who is this?

[His tone was a little withdrawn, but the apology was sincere. He looked briefly down towards the Snivy to indicate who he meant; his own Pokémon were chirping, apparently in conversation with it.]

[The mild reprimand - the tone, mostly - made Crowley relax a bit. It was their old back and forth, familiar in a world where nothing was. He loosened his hold on Aziraphale's arms but didn't let go just yet, not wanting to lose contact and have Aziraphale disappear before his eyes.]

I'm not fussing. That's your job.

[His tone was lacking in the good natured teasing it usually held but he was trying, bless it. The question made him glance down at Snivy who was nodding or responding to the creatures by Aziraphale.]

Er...lizard thing. Pokémon. Not one I've ever seen before though. Keeps saying 'Snivy' so I assume that's what it's called, but...just been calling it Lizard. How long have you been here?

[Aziraphale had two of the creatures after all. Thinking back to before he'd woken up here, Crowley didn't remember Aziraphale being gone. They'd been spending more time together now that they didn't have Heaven and Hell looming over their shoulders and he would have noticed if the angel had gone missing.]

Now, that's not a very nice name. This is Maxwell and Professor Tiptoes, who was named when I got her and refuses to answer to anything else.

[Aziraphale said the last bit with a little huff. The Skitty - likely the good Professor herself - was racing around the four of them, alternately stopping to sniff at shoes or rub her face in the dirt.]

I've only been here for a day or so myself, and there's a woeful lack of decent transportation. I've had to go camping.

[He was using the sort of tone typically reserved for subpar food or people trying to buy books at his shop.]

[Had this been a normal interaction - normal meaning the two of them in a bookshop with wine and no little creatures at their feet - Crowley would have sneered and made some sort of comment about nice being a four letter word. Given the situation they were in he just sort of nodded, mouth slightly agape as he tried to figure out how the heaven they'd ended up here.]

Maxwell...and...Professor Tiptoes.

[He leaned very slightly to the side to peer down at the two creatures that Snivy was investigating, the little pink catlike one making him grimace. The pout in Aziraphale's voice at the word 'camping' made Crowley glance back at his friend, something in him finally adjusting to everything all at once. Aziraphale was here. They'd been in tighter spots than this. Except...]

My powers're gone. I have to breathe. I dunno how we got here, angel, but whoever put us here made us mortal. Human.

[Snivy was having a grand time conversing with Indeedee - or Maxwell as he apparently went by - and watched Professor Tiptoes slowly turn brown. He turned his big eyes up to Aziraphale again, sizing him up a bit. He seemed a more rational human than Snivy's own trainer so he decided Aziraphale would at least be a good influence.]

Oh, dear.

[The revelation made Aziraphale sigh a bit and shake his head.]

I had been hoping it was just me. I've never felt so...

[He cast about, looking for the words. For once his loquaciousness left him grasping.]

Confined, I suppose? To this corporation. That it is me, instead of an experience. How do humans stand it?

[Crowley bared his teeth in a quiet grimace, not liking the idea of both of them being without their powers. He understood what Aziraphale meant by being confined, though he was morbidly curious to know whether or not they'd end up back in their proper world in Heaven or Hell should they discorporate. Er. Die.]

Guess we're about to find out. Hopefully this is just temporary.

[He glanced about, hearing a rustling in the grass not far off. He'd played the Pokémon game when it had first come out - he was all about the newest gadgets and electronics and the Game Boy had been a fascination of his for a few years - and he knew that there was something over there that might not be too friendly should they bother it.]

I think there's a town at the end of this route that might be a bit more welcoming to travelers. Shall we stick together?

Yes, I believe that's-- oh!!

[Aziraphale cut off sharply when the Skitty darted into the bushes in the direction of the rustling commotion. He grumbled.]

Tips... come along, I suppose.

[His shoes were not built for tromping off the path but he made a valiant effort to push through the brush with some amount of dignity.]

[ Said passerby is a young woman in a wheelchair, rolling along at an unhurried pace, followed by a floating Duskull. She smiles when called out to, and comes closer.

At the frantic waving, she looks around, a soft smile on her face. ]

A dream? Mm, I don't think so? It doesn't feel like a dream. Not that I would really know what a dream feels like while dreaming it, you know? [ She laughs brightly. ] It's probably just a different plane or something.

[Crowley generally knew when he was dreaming - he usually commanded his human brain to do it when he slept - but never had he dreamt of feeling so normal. So completely and utterly human.]

Different plane? How'd you mean?

[He was used to shifting from Earth to Hell, and thousands of years ago he had the memory of falling from Heaven to Hell, but it was all the same...place of existence so to speak. He wasn't sure if being in a different plane made him feel better or worse.]

Like...alternate dimension type of plane? Different timeline?

[Snivy peered up at the floating Duskull, tilting his head to the side before giving a little wave in greeting.]

Sort of? [ Growing up around a seasoned planeswalker like her dad kind of made Rainer desensitized to the whole alternate planes thing. ]

Like, there's the prime material plane, the elemental planes, the different planes of hell, the astral plane... And probably infinite other planes out there!

[ She pauses, looking a bit thoughtful. ]

Still not really sure how I ended up in a different plane, but... I'm sure I'll figure that out sooner or later!

[Crowley's brows furrowed, hiding a bit behind his sunglasses as he contemplated what she'd said.]

Dunno if I'd call them 'planes' in Hell. More...floors, or levels even.

[The thought occurred to him that this person might not be from Earth as he knew it and that her Hell could differ from his. Satan, this was getting a bit complicated. He was anxious still but having someone to talk to was helping him calm down a bit even if her replies were only confusing him more.]

That one yours, then?

[He nodded to the Duskull floating beside her. Another Pokémon and yet another one he'd never seen before. What ever happened to the original one fifty one? Pikachu? Those were still a thing, right?]

'Levels' works!

[ Rainer's only experience with hell dimensions was trying to stop one from spilling over into her world. Arguing semantics wasn't really a big part of that, so she's happy to go along with whatever terminology this guy prefers.

At the nod towards Duskull, Rainer turns to look at her Pokemon and beams. ]

Oh, yeah! That's mine, I suppose. He seems to like following me around, anyway, so I might as well keep him. I don't seem to have any of my usual skeletons around me, here.

[ Duskull is sort of a far cry from a reanimated animal skeleton that will do your bidding, but... it'll do. ]

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