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Test drive meme - July & August

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What are you doing.

[Because it really is asked like a statement.]

_{[Henry freezes before looking up at Scar. He's still got a leaf tweezed between his fingers.]}

Oh...my hair...I didn't realize.

[Oh.]

[Scar wonders why Banana Man still hasn't moved.]

Do you need night clothes?

No, these will be fine.

_{[He doesn't want Scar to feel like he has to give him the clothes off his back to stay alive--kind as he is.]

[He finally moves forward to peer into the tent and reach for the blanket that was offered to him. He doesn't, however, actually enter. He bundles the blanket up in his arms and starts looking around for a spot to lie down.]}

[Oh, again.]

Henry.

[Scar's eyes dart to his tent. Then back to Henry]

There is room enough for you.

_{[Henry turns to find Scar looking at him. He moves his eyes. Henry moves his own to follow his gaze. Oh.]

[In there?]

[He's faced with a choice. He doesn't want to seem ungrateful, but he's actually been kind of overstimulated today (including events from his home world counting as part of "today".) But...what if it rains. Or that Heracross comes back to eat his face in the night.]}

Thank you...

_{[Henry, for reasons he isn't sure of, gives Scar a weird little bow before crawling into the tent on his elbows and knees, minding his busted wrist all the while. Scar is right. There's plenty of room. But that doesn't make it not at least a little weird.]

[Henry lays down the blanket, lays on one edge of it, and then pulls the other side up and over him like a burrito.]}

[Getting.. tired is new for Pumpkin Pie Cookie. This body is wonderful but it seems to have its limitations. She can't quite seem to get walking down right, teetering a little too far left or right and stumbling after every three strides or so. She nevertheless seems determined to keep going, continuing forward in a crooked path.

Her pumpkaboo trails after her, floating within reach, to help her up after each fall. This time however, she remains on her knees and continues to breathe heavily, eyes lidded.]

"Ah... Pompon... look...my dress..." [Has she gotten so dirty already? It's not her favorite one, but still. What a shame. Funny though.. she can't seem to find the energy to do anything about it.

Spotting the fire from the camp, the Pumpkaboo floats over, flashing its eyes for attention.]

[Scar is testing the soup he's had simmering over the fire when a little guy he doesn't recognize floats his way. The spoon drops from his lips, and his eyes narrow. He knows well enough by now when a Pokemon is trying to get his attention.]

[He peers down the forest path and notes the stumbling figure in the Pumpkaboo's wake.]

[This is, more or less, exactly why he decided to stall here.]

[Scar ambles to his feet and trots over, gait slowing as to not startle as he approaches. He crouches to one knee, lessening his intimidating frame and trying to gather further details about the person who seems to have all but given up on the side of the road.]

May I help?

[Scar gives Henry a moment to adjust before following him inside. The quarters are a bit tighter, now that the brick wall himself has joined inside, but Scar is aware of how much space he takes up, and he knows how to make himself smaller.]

[He stretches out on his own sleeping mat, and Amit follows in turn, curling up on top of him.]

Good night, Henry.

[Scar isn't going to be able to sleep. He knows that already. His Munna had made a world of difference, but she isn't here, right now.]

[A great many things aren't here, right now.]

[So, for what it may or may not be worth, Scar remains awake. He rests, perhaps sometimes his weary mind gives out and gives him fleeting moments of peace, but they are interrupted by a mind that, years later, still isn't sure how to relax. He'll be still until the sun rises.]

[Until he has no choice but to keep moving.]

"Help?" [The word seems so foreign. When is the last time she has needed help with anything?... When was the last time she was offered it when she needed it?

Pumpkin Pie lifts her arm, hesitating as she compares it against his. He's not a cookie either. Neither of these limbs belong to a cookie, that hadn't bothered her a minute ago, but this sudden malaise has her staring extra long now, really taking in the concept.

Her eyes soften as she spots 'Pompon' floating behind the stranger, and places her arm atop the man's in response.]

"Yes. Yes... Perhaps it's... it's all. A bit too much."

It is.

[The arm she reaches for is absolutely sturdy. Scar waits on the young woman's lead. If she wishes to stand, he'll support her weight as she does so.]

[In spite of the seeming benevolence of the forces that keep them here, Scar can't help but wonder, in this moment, if there wasn't a less cruel manner of introduction.]

[And stand she does. A little wobbly at first but she manages to rise to her feet, only to misjudge her balance and redouble her grip.]

"O-ooh--"

[Holding onto this man's arm feels better. She'll remain here a moment longer.]

"We can't remember the last time we have felt this way. Normally we can dance... all night long. Pompon and I. We never wasted a second... of the Masquerade."

[It was too precious of a time, the one day of the year they were able to come out and play before taking residence in the kingdom. She had to enjoy every moment of arriving here to the fullest too, who knows how soon it will all be over?]

"Are you... early for the party too?"

"How mysterious."

[Her eyes light up a little at the prospect and Pompon the Pumpkaboo dutifully flits into her arms to hug.]

"Oh, but Pompon and I do love a good story."

[Do regale them with more, dear stranger!]

[He is still, and patient.]

[Scar knows well enough the myriad strange worlds that converge, here. That people, particularly newcomers, are prone to saying strange things.]

I'm not aware of a party.

[He sorts through his words carefully.]

Was there a party before you awoke in the house?

_{[Henry is still and quiet for a long time. As tired as he is, he also has trouble falling asleep. Too many raw memories rush through his mind. He's killed countless monsters and defeated ghosts, but he's also killed a man...perhaps he wasn't entirely human any longer, but he'd still been a man. And it sits poorly with Henry.]

[He listens in the dark. He doesn't hear the slow and even breath of someone who is actually sleeping. He can't hope to know what's going through Scar's mind, but it's nice to know he isn't entirely alone.]}

I'm glad we can't die here.

You think so?

[He supposes Henry is right. In his way.]

[But there is nothing beyond this, for Scar. When he's gone, he's just gone. There had been nothing to fill the space, no passage of time to indicate that he was anywhere but here. Something knew, in his marrow, in the base of his skull, but he can't hope to say if that had come before or after he had checked his damned 'gear.]

I suppose not.

_{[Henry lets out a little hum.]}

I jumped off a roof...I got lost in the woods...I got picked up by the Sanitation Department...I think if we could die, I would have by now.

_{[He lifts his broken wrist and squeezes it gently. Yup. Still broken.]}

We have our Pokemon. And each other.

[Scar tucks all that away into the file that is the enigma of Henry.]

[For a moment, there's only the nighttime rustle of the trees overhead.]

I'm glad you're here with me.

[Scar doesn't say things he doesn't mean.]

_{[Henry turns a little in his blanket burrito to look at the looming shape of Scar in the dark. That cements it. He's convinced he just caught Scar at the wrong place at the wrong time the last time they'd met face to face. He was different. A good person. He's thankful that Scar gets to live in this colorful world, for however long.]

[Henry refuses to think of the alternative--for either of them. For anybody here. He closes his eyes as the world outside the tent fades to a purple morning.]}

[Scar doesn't have any such luck, but that isn't new so much as it's exhausting familiar. He doses, drifts in and out of waking, but every sound of the night pulls him from the reprieve.]

[His mind won't stop.]

[Scar has been awake for many, many sunrises. Today will be no different. When Amit awakens, the both of them amble outside into the dewy forest morning.]

[He wonders how much ground Henry will be able to cover in a day. Perhaps Cherrygrove will have something he could pull him in...]

_{[It's a good little while. So much for Henry's daydream of heading out early. Eventually a shaggy head does poke its way out oft he tent. Henry squints around and lets out a sigh of relief. He's still here. It's still okay.]

[His stomach growls. He regrets not picking up more rations in New Bark.]}

G'morning...

_{[He crawls out of the tent on all fours before starting the process of Standing Up. He twists himself left and right and listens to his bones pop.]}

Haha. Ow.

_{[He's still sore from running from monsters and sleeping on the ground didn't help.]}

[Very little in Scar’s manner has changed. Still big. Still quiet. Still frowning.]

[When Henry emerges, the rest of the site has already been packed.]

Ready?

_{[Henry rubs his face and looks around. Oh, wow. Scar's ready to go. He's late. Henry straightens up and is determined to be a good traveling companion. He tries to get back into the headspace of walking for hours and hours and occasionally getting attacked by intelligent colorful animals that breathe fire sometimes.]}

Yes.

[Good. Scar packs the tent like he might be someone who keeps track of his fastest campsite takedown time. He digs out two more meal bars, this time remembering to peel back the wrapper before holding it out for Henry to take.]

[When they do get moving, it is at the brisk pace of a 6'4 superathlete who doesn't have a strong concept of others' physical limitations.]

_{[Henry gives Scar his thanks and falls in line behind him.]

[They walk.]

[And they walk.]

[Henry has long legs, but he's just not the powerhouse Scar is, so he starts to flag sooner than he would like. He's a man so he's not immune to wanting to appear tough and able to take rough travels.]

[But also it's hot and he still feels like there's a serial killer behind him. Instead, there's one in front of him. But he doesn't know that.]

[Henry tugs on the straps of his backpack and wishes he'd gotten a starter Pokemon the two of them could ride on like a Ryhorn or something.]}

Scenery's...nice...isn't it?

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