ohmyarceus | January - February Test drive

[Oh hey, guess who is also traversing the ruins? ... Aaand also got lost from her exploring buddy for two seconds? And when Luisa takes a pause to examine the hallway, Allura is too busy looking around to notice and ends up bumping into her wall of a back.]

Ah! Oh, I'm so sorry.

[Allura, the bump probably hurt you more than it hurt her.]

i. Network | Video | un; magician

Hello? Is- [No, he doubted there would be anyone he knew here, and if there was...he doubted some of them would even want to talk to him.

He was still in New Bark Town but that didn't tell him anything; he'd never heard of the place before.] Can anyone tell me what's going on? Please.

Phaaan?

[Glancing down, he rested a hand gently on the strange little creature next to him. It seemed to like him. Or maybe it didn't; he was having trouble figuring that out.]

I don't understand what's going on. I don't know what this is-

[He shifted a bit to show the Phantump at his side.]

It keeps talking to me, I think, but I don't get it.

[He wasn't sure if he was supposed to get it.]

I'd appreciate any help. Thank you.

ii. Ilex Forest

[Adam had spent a good chunk of a year trekking through forests and over lakes and risking getting lost. He wasn't sure if this forest could really compare to Cabeswater, not when Cabeswater had been something other, but it certainly was...intimidating. He was doing his best not to be afraid though; he might have been spooked by a lot of things but he tried not to be a coward. He'd faced so many previous dangers head-on, even when they'd been potentially detrimental to his health. Especially when they had been.

But he still flinched, head whipping around, when he heard something or someone moving through the underbrush. Everything was gloomy, the trees overhead so thick they blotted out nearly all of the sunlight, so it was hard to see the source of the noise. His Phantump stuck close by--he wasn't sure if it was worried about the noise too or just didn't want to become separated.]

Hello? [He was a terrible horror movie cliche, calling out to a noise when he wasn't sure if it was going to rip him to shreds or not, but what else was he supposed to do? Hide?] Is someone there?

iii. National Park

[This was much more Adam's style. He could handle parks.

He sat in the grass just off to the side of a path, enjoying the warm sunlight as his Phantump drifted back and forth nearby, seemingly also...enjoying the sun? He wasn't sure. He didn't know how to read the Pokemon yet, but he was working on it. He also had a deck of tarot cards--not the ones Persephone had given him. Those hadn't made the journey with him. These he'd purchased from a curious little shop that had all sorts of mystical themed items. Most of them he hadn't seen before, but the cards...he'd zeroed in on those and had been unable to leave without them.

Now, as he shuffled the deck and prepared to flip over three cards, he didn't know what he was expecting. Subconsciously, he held his breath as he flipped the cards. He surveyed them silently for a long moment, but...something felt off. Something wasn't right, as if he hadn't figured that out from the moment he'd woken up in this strange place.

Putting the rest of the deck down next to him, he heaved a sigh and pressed the heels of his palms against his eyes. His Phantump drifted over, leaning on the back of his shoulder.]

Phaaan?

Not now. [He murmured, not moving his hands. Everything was wrong, nothing was okay...and he didn't know how to handle it.]

iv. Wildcard

[ooc: got another idea or something? Come at me with it :3 I'll also do prose!]

[Firstly, because there's not much to gain from it, and two...no one here really knows him, do they? Ochako sure doesn't, she just thinks he's a lost kid who needs help and has probably been through more than a kid should in whatever world he came from. It sure sparks a few memories of someone else she knows, who's been through hell from a young age...

Ochako makes an affirming noise to the Gear and then clears her throat.]

Ehh...n-no, not quite. There are police officers in my world, of course, but um...actually I'm schooling to be a Hero, a...P-Pro Hero. [She clears her throat.] A superhero, is probably more what you'd know. People in my world develop quirks--eh, I mean, su-superpowers...at a young age, so becoming a Hero isn't all that um...I guess weird? Where I'm from?? It's really just another job.

But it's very nice to meet you, Gregory-kun, my name is Uraraka. Uraraka Ochako, though you can call me Ochako-chan, if you want.

Mirabel?

[ Oh thank goodness. She peers into the strange device, trying to locate where her sister is at. ]

I can hear you. Where are you?

[Mirabel's location isn't clear, but she's on one of the routes. There's rows of trees with a clear, blue sky in the background. And also a sheep. There's a sheep too.]

Not too far from the town I woke up in? Did you meet that weird woman who wanted to be called "mom" too?

[ She turns towards the voice, and while the sword does give her a moment's pause - whether because it's alive or just because he has one, she's not sure - but he doesn't seem to intend any harm.

Still, she feels a little better with the Larvitar on her shoulder. ]

It really is. The lands around my town were beautiful too, but I've never seen anything like this view before.

[ Already feeling a little on edge, the feeling of a tap on her back has her startle just a bit, but she calms down when she turns and sees another person there. Was that why she felt like she was being followed?

...no, that feeling is still lingering. Trying to shake it off, she shakes her head and offers a smile. ]

Oh no, that was my fault. I kind of just...stopped.

Yes. [ She's kind of glad she's not the only one that woman was being crazy for. ] I was trying to pay attention to what she was saying, but I just wanted to get out of there as fast as possible.

I don't think I'm that far out of that town either. Stay put, I'll look for you.

Yeah, me too.

[She had tried to argue with the woman, but it got her nowhere. Eventually she just left out of frustration.]

Okay, I'll stay here and wait for you.

[ She fumbles a little with trying to turn the device off now, but she eventually manages and heads back a little the way she came. It sounded like Mirabel had met that strange woman a little after her, so maybe she had gotten a bit of a head start.

After a bit of backtracking, she eventually spots a flash of a familiar colorful skirt. ]

Mirabel?

A recent arrival to this world?

[It's less a question for the answer, and more a way to start conversation, really. Thace follows up with a bow.]

I am Thace, and this is my partner Vrig. You can see Xhula there, enjoying a swim.

[The sword on his back levers herself up to get a better look and waves a tassel. The whale spouts again, letting out a low, booming ouuuuuuu of hello.]

The others that accompanied me on this trip are... around.

Yeah, pretty much. [ The conversation is nice, really. She'd chatted with a few people before getting here, but not for too long, so it's nice to talk more with someone. ]

I'm Luisa. And this... [ She gestures to the Larvitar still perched on her shoulder, then pauses. ] Uh...I haven't actually given him a real name yet.

[ With finding herself in a strange world and trying to get used to...everything, she hadn't really thought about it. But she supposes she can't just keep calling him "the little guy". ]

Coming up with a name you and your partner agree on can be difficult. I usually suggest a few options and have them pick, but asking directly is an option too.

[Thace tips his head to the side like he's listening for something.]

Athvrix will be here shortly if you'd like a translator.

[ Coming up with a name was an additional challenge when she didn’t entirely know what it is. Knowing it was a “Pokemon” or a “Larvitar” didn’t help her know any more about it, especially when she’s seen some Pokemon that looked similar to animals back home.

His words do catch her attention, though. ] Translate? You have something that can do that?

In a way.

[Something that looks like a white and gold cat walking on its hindlegs is coming into view, along with something like a very fluffy fire colored fox.]

Athvrix is a psychic type; one of their most common skills is communicating directly mind-to-mind. They often serve as assistants to those who are deaf or hard of hearing for that ability to translate. And Vonir is learning how to write.

[He gestures first to the catlike Pokemon, who'll send a 'hello' that sounds a little smug to Luisa. The other chirps a happy 'eee~~on!' and scratches a wobbly 'hi!' into the sand.

Then he exchanges a set of gestures with both of them before looking up.]

Also a form of sign language, because another of my family who is deaf didn't want to rely on a translator all the time. They are both happy to help, if you'd like it.

Oh! That would be a Litwick. They're a Ghost/Fire type Pokémon; my friend Shiro has one of their evolved form. As for the devices, Pokéballs are sort of... pocket dimesions- pun unintended- used for carrying Pokémon around. Your starter Pokémon is given to you [by the lady who shall NOT be mentioned], but most often you catch Pokémon by throwing the balls at them and locking their signatures.

[Rhea nods along, though there's something very similar to a subtle pause when he makes mention of the professor. Oh. Is that so...? Why so many from one particular house? Why so few of the others?

...No Edelgard or those who are a part of her own? It's not enough information for Rhea to determine whether what she finds out is troublesome or not. What is the state of Fódlan in their absence? It's easy to imagine it falling into disarray without proper guidance.

And control.]

How peculiar.

[It gives her quite a lot to think about. It is a normal thing for her to be consumed by thought, though like many parts to her, it's likely that's not exactly public knowledge.

The turn of his expression does not go unnoticed. If she would call it that. Perhaps less a turn of expression and more simply that she can sometimes tell when she causes discomfort in others. Oddly enough, it is simply by doing nothing. At his question, she motions toward him, sweeping with arm from head to toe.]

I recall a young man with youth in his features. That was all I meant. You look similar, and yet there are differences.

[Rhea nods thoughtfully.]

You must be very close to yours to know what they would or would not like.

[She can't say she understands her ralts particularly well at all. She isn't sure she could tell what it'd like.]

Do they speak with you?

[Felix's brow furrows. She remembers him younger? That could mean...well, it could mean she's from Lysithea's Fodlan, in which it was the Alliance who joined forces with the Church rather than the Kingdom. Or it could mean she's from before the war even began. That's an unsettling thought. No one else from home has been that far behind before.]

The last time you saw me was at the academy, then. How long ago was that for you? It's been over five years for me.

[He leads and Rhea follows, still cycling through the potential plethora of questions he may offer in her direction. With some care, she seats herself, and it doesn't take particularly long for her ralts to find way into her lap, where she protectively holds it. She finds her attention lingering between Kent and Dimitri with contemplation. Eventually, it halts on the former and curiously she offers over her hand to the munna with patience that he might get to know her, or acquaint himself at his leisure.

When Dimitri next addresses her, eventually her eyes fall back onto him. A heavily-weighted question for certain, though she supposes there are a great number more that could be more so. A woman never quite so free with her information, she does not feel, even in the present moment, that changing such habits would be beneficial. Although she suspects who she is, what she is, these things in this world may not matter. Perhaps they do not exist at all. There are few ways to determine the truth of things, and surely not ways to do so inconspicuously.]

Well—

[Her head tilts and she thinks before she finds her voice once more.]

Are my memories so important? It would seem you may intend to use them for comparison purpose. I remember you, though not quite like this.

Perhaps it has been about the same.

[Rhea replies with consideration, a patient turn in her expression. His estimate is likely accurate, though she seems disinclined to provide much additional information beyond that. For her to seem forthright, however, has not often been her prerogative.]

I can say with certainty that it has been some time. I remember many of you younger, though five years is hardly much time.

[For her, five years is merely the blink of an eye it seems. In many ways, time feels like an irrelevant idea.]

[Felix is not a patient man by nature, and archbishop or not, she's starting to annoy him with how cagey she's being. Which seems bizarre, to him; they're on the same side, why would she be so reluctant to tell him anything? Maybe she's thinking like Claude was at the beginning?]

If you're concerned about altering the future, it's not an issue. No time passes at home while we're here; we go back to exactly the same point we left, and we don't remember anything from this place. So whatever you tell me about how the war was proceeding for you before you came here doesn't change anything back home.

[But then it occurs to him that from his perspective, she's been missing for five years. Presumed captured. Somehow, the way she seems just as unflappable and serene as ever suggested to him that she couldn't be from a point in the middle of the war, but...]

I haven't seen you for five years, either, because you went missing after the Empire's attack on the monastery and no one's found you yet.

[Minding his own business in a forest is nothing new, Tooru'd taken runs through some of them back home to cool his head, but adding Pokémon to his team? New and very much something he's come to like doing.

Though hearing a voice after his Luxio had broken a few twigs wasn't something he'd thought he'd hear this time of day.]

Sorry sorry, I didn't think anyone was nearby. I was just trying to catch a new team member.

[He stepped slowly from behind a bush, making sure not to startle the person who'd spoken up.]

You won't get anywhere hitting it.

[At least, Iwaizumi didn't think so. He was pretty sure.

Reaching for the strap across his shoulder, he pulled his backpack off and dropped it on he ground. Then he crouched down, pulled out his PokeGear and aimed it at the critter to find out what it was called.]

Huh... It's called a Cubone. Now you know.

I ain't hittin' it I'm knockin' sense into it. [He levels his very best 'I'm going to eat you right now' glare on Iwaizumi, watching him and his backpack closely, like he expects there to be weapons in it or something.] The fuck did you do? An' it ain't a whatever-bone it's a hollow. Can't you see it's mask? [He knocks a knuckle on the bone snout, and the poor little thing starts wailing. Again, apparently, if Grimmjow's heavy sigh is anything to go by.]

January - February Test drive

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Adam Parrish | The Raven Cycle | OTA

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Ilex Forest

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