ohmyarceus | Test drive meme

"Is there a more perfect place?"

[She opens her arms with a flourish.]

"We have all we need. The moon is out. The tea is warm... we have jelly, jam.."

[And ends in the gesture in his direction, tilting her head with a bright smile.]

"And guests!"

[What more could be required?]

[Once they are in the grass, Armin at least has the presence of mind to roll them over so she is sprawled out on top of him. He might not be the heaviest guy in the world, but compared to Angel's slighter frame, this is still going to be far more comfortable.

His fingers, meanwhile, run ceaselessly over her face, through her hair, brushing away her tears before mapping the contours of her cheeks again. He can barely believe she is here again --in the back of his mind he wonders if this is just a good dream, but if it is, he doesn't want to fret about it and wake himself up-- and touching her helps. She feels real under his fingers, warm and soft and everything that he remembers.

He steals a kiss. Then another one. Then just settles for pressing light kisses to ever inch of her face, across her forehead, her nose, her eyelids.]

I missed you too. So so much.

[He's crying and really doesn't care that he is.]

I. Network video.

I think I've found out as much as I could on my own, about this place. And found out that I'm not quite satisfied with the results of my research, even so. Is there any knowledgeable person out there who'd tell me more? With some semblance of actual logic. I'd be grateful, most likely.

II. Viridian forest.

[The seventeen year old boy's looking carefully at his pokemon, who's currently trying to hide in a hollow in a tree. The pokemon's not anything like his lifelong companion before coming here, not resembling said complanion at least, in appearance at least, not even the right colour (not green at all), but this behaviour, this behaviour is familiar enough to him, behaving just like said companion in that instance - well, it makes Noriaki Kakyoin smile softly.

And almost not notice that somebody's nearby, probably. Normally, a part that's not here, the aforementioned comapanion, would've noticed, but he's not here, so - perhaps Noriaki right now is less perceptive than he's used to. Even so, he's going to be mentally kicking hinmself for that in a few seconds, perhaps, even if whoever is there is not hostile at all. That's just a fact.]

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"Oh dear," [A voice that sounds rather like a sigh comes from the dark of the forest. A figure emerges, four orange eyes glowing ominously--

Oh wait two of those just belong to her Pumpkaboo.

Pumpkin Pie cookie nods at the critter in the tree, expression unwavering.]

"Is the forest not to your partner's liking?"

"Ah, no," Noriaki Kakyoin turns to look at her.
His Pokemon, a Mimikyu, goes deeper into the whole meanwhile.
"No, Al-Hakam simply likes to hide in small or narrow spaces. Don't mind Al-Hakam."

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"Oh I see... We also can find dark spaces quite cozy."

[In fact, 'Pompon' the Pumpkaboo seems inclined enough to follow. It hovers up the tree to peak in after the mimikyu curiously.]

"Have you and Al-Hakam been traveling long?"

The Mimikyu, Al-hakam, seems wary. It seems to glance at Kakyoin, though as always with a Mimikyu, that might be hard to tell. Noriaki Kakyoin grins and Al-Hakam settles down without making any moves.
The teen turns back to conversation,

"No, not that long. It's only been few short weeks so far. We did some 'fights' already, so I wonder if that makes me and him friends. Perhaps if they were real battles."

"How about you and your Pumpkin?"

[Louie blinks a couple of times. Oh, he's a guest now. Okay, he's not sure he's getting the best feeling here, but also... He doesn't think he's in danger. The whole thing is freaky, but he's not feeling threatened. People who end up here are from all kinds of places where everything can be so different. Still, one to err on the side of caution, he doesn't take a seat, or even come any closer to the picnic blanket. Instead, he looks past the tea party set-up at the ghost pokemon gathering.]

...Are any of those part of your team?

"Oh, me and Pompon have been together forever... they're my coolest, most special and cherished friend, he he! We only just arrived in New Bark a week or so ago... It isn't often we visit new places outside of the annual Masquerade. It was quite the shock."

[Her expression does not change in the slightest.]

"But I do believe we are becoming quite fond of this place."

"Hm? Why no. Other than Pompon. They're simply more guests, of course... No one should ever be left out of festivities."

[And she practically blends in with them; idly swaying in unison at the same pace they float; unwavering, unblinking.]

"Perhaps they are also interested in some tea?" [She picks one of the smaller kettles.]

"Pompon picked the berries for this one, themself."

"Masquerade? I haven't heard of any in this place yet."

[fond, huh?] "Good for you."

Gotham? Really? Is that a joke? Nevermind, though. You're probably no more dead than me, in any case, whoever you are.

"Yes, at first we thought we might be early, but it seems to not be the case."

[No matter, one will surely happen eventually.]

"You said 'fighting' made you and your partner feel closer. Is battling something you did before you came here?"

route 29
[This campsite nestled in a forest clearing just off the beaten path doesn't really belong on Route 29, but neither does the very tall, very wide man inhabiting it.]

[That would be because he's done this song and dance, before. His tent is simple, but sturdy, a tarp propped over the top in case of rain. The fire sits in an evenly dug pit, a small travel pot simmering over it, hanging from an arrangement of sticks that has been whittled and assembled by hand. Flanking the stoic figure looming over his dinner is a Zangoose, equally stern, practically glued to his side.]

[Scar knows that a great deal of travelers down this way are recently displaced, usually a bit lost, and may or may not be accustomed to supporting themselves in the middle of the woods. With this in mind, he won't be bothered if he's approached.]

--is route twenty nine. It looks just like I remember it.

_{[Henry walks at a meandering pace along the path. This is the third time he's woken up in Mom's house and he's taken the presence of the ghostly sword in his lone poke'ball as a sign that things are the same as they were the last time he seemingly blacked out.]

[He doesn't remember what he was doing before. His grisly memories of home are shot through with bright colors of a new life built here in Johto so it's a little easier to take things in stride.]

[Henry turns on a heel, watching the world through the camera of his 'gear. There's a little reverse feed of himself in the upper right corner and as he glances up to notice the glimmer of a fire behind him. He squints a little and sees...a familiar profile. chiseled like a mountain crag it's burned into his memory, haloed by the light of a refrigerator.]

[Henry whips his head around to stare, owl-eyed, at Scar and his little camp.]}

[In truth, Henry is taking this turn of events in stride far better than Scar is.]

[He had made one passing glance at the date on his 'Gear and pulled the battery.]

[Throwing it into a pond may have been excessive, but he can't think about it.]

[Scar glances up at the rustle of leaves in his periphery. He can manage small, right now. He can manage newcomers ambling their way through the woods. If they need help, he'll give it to them. Easy. Small.]

[What he gets instead, is--]

Banana man?

_{[Henry is still. His jaw is clenched tight like a vice and his dark-ringed eyes are wide. No... no no no it can't be. It's that guy. His memories are so jumbled thanks to his recent arrival, one long history mixed with another, that he can't...actually remember if the man known only as Scar is a good guy or not.]

[He draws in a sharp breath through his nose and lets out a short, high scream without opening his mouth.]

[He darts off the path and into the tall grass directly opposite of where Scar makes his camp.]

[Henry looks pleadingly into his 'gear as he broadcasts this.]}

I think I'm going to die!

Henry!

[Forget the fire. Forget dinner. A familiar face has just caught wind of him and immediately bolted.]

[And now Scar is hot on his tail.]

[We can make an educated guess, who might be faster.]

_{[Henry stares intently into his Poke'gear rather than watching the brush in front of him. His breaths come out harsh as he stumbles through Ratatta holes and tangles a shoe in low-growing vines. He's out of shape. He's used to running through hallways, not the bushes. Flashes of God jump into his mind's eye. He's not as Over It as he thinks he is.]

[He glances up at that little square again and sees he is being pursued. He opens his mouth to shout--maybe to beg for solitude or mercy, but a steep dip in the path steals the words from his throat. He pitches forward off and lands, limbs akimbo, in a sapling. His hand catches in the fork of its branches and a pop can be heard.]

[He hangs like a snared rabbit and twists around to face his perceived attacker when his view is interrupted by a Heracross that was shaken free from the tree's crown. It buzzes its wings furiously and raises its claws. It had been sleeping so soundly. Now it's pissed.]}

Aaaaah!

[Scar has heard and seen enough limb injuries to know what Henry has done to himself, rotating like an abandoned lawn ornament.]

Amit!

[The Zangoose knows what to do, her claws lashing out at the infuriated Heracross. For the moment, Scar bets on the distraction.]

[He reaches for Henry, hands grasping for his waist in an attempt to give him the leverage he needs to free his hand. Scar can support the other man's weight easily, should he allow it.]

_{[Henry is too stunned by the pain in his wrist and the appearance of the furious giant bug to do much fighting back. He doesn't even register that Scar is lifting him like a paper cup.]}

Ah--!

_{[Meanwhile, the Heracross chitters angrily at the Zangoose, forgetting Henry entirely. It charges at her with the horn on its head.]}

[Blessedly, for all present, this is only Route 29. Scar's Zangoose is a great deal faster than a local Heracross. She dips and rolls, her claws catching on the Heracross' flank.]

Henry, take your arm out.

[Scar is remarkably calm, given the situation. He is still standing with an entire man in his hands, extended like the final lift of an ice dancers' championship routine, waiting for this skittish whisper of a man to remember that he can move.]

"Early?"

[The young man smiles and nods.] "It was, altough were I still in the world I know, I wouldn't tell you or any other innocent person about that. However, here it seems less likely that all I'd say would sound like fantasy or a sick fairytale."

_{[Henry stiffens at Scar's command. He robotically lifts his arm from the fork. He is free! He is still in the air. He looks down at himself and then turns his head to peer up at Scar's face.]

[He's never seen him this close before. Henry blinks in shock. Scar is helping him. He's calm in the chaos. It's not something he expects and suddenly he's feeling hot shame flush his cheeks. Scar was probably lonely and here he was running away and making a scene because of something that happened years ago.]}

Thank you, I--everything's so mixed up. I thought...

_{[He knows what he thought.]

[The Heracross lets out a cry as it takes a slash to the hip. It's sleepy and cranky and this Pokemon has way bigger claws than it does. With an angry buzz it turns its back and darts upwards into the trees.]}

[Mixed up doesn't begin to cover it. Scar doesn't show any sign of hostility, or even frustration. He merely sets Henry gently down.]

Don't move your arm.

[Scar starts back toward his campsite. He expects Henry to follow, but makes no verbal invitation.]

Test drive meme - July & August

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sorry for the wait!

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No worries at all :>

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