ohmyarceus | March-April Test Drive Meme

A- Rocket Base - Action

[George Sewell did not do chain of command. He'd worked painstakingly hard to drag himself up from the lowest ranks in Ryall. He'd stabbed more backs than he could count, both figurative and literal, in order to situate himself in a comfortable life. He was able to get his hands on the best shipments, to get prisoners alone and make them squeal, and to get troublemakers out of his hair in the cleanest way, all because of his hard work.]

[To be back on the bottom made his palms itch, made his vision turn red.]

Can you believe this bullshit? [He spoke to no one in particular, yet anyone who would listen. Sewell was not the friendsmaking type, but contacts were contacts. He didn't want to drag his ass back up from the bottom, but he wasn't about to lay down and take it.]

B- Video

[It isn't hard to figure out the device, nor how to make it record. While normally Sewell might have avoided extended contact with random strangers, he needed to get a feel for where the hell he was and how to continue.]

[First things first, he needed to work on advancing in the ranks. Part of working his way up to the top meant playing the role he was assigned. If stealing Pokemon was meant to be his game, then he'd have to figure out the best way to play it.]

This thing working? I was hopin' to find someone to help me out. Can't quite get a handle on this whole Poke-a-mun thing. Everyone's saying there's something supposed to be in these balls, but I can't get it out. I'm in a city -- Goldenrod.

Mind helpin' an old man out?

C- Goldenrod - Action

[Caring for small animals was the sort of hassle that Sewell hadn't expected upon waking up. It wasn't that he didn't like animals, only that he preferred ones that didn't squeak when they barked and could fend for themselves.]

[The thing at his feet, a Zorua someone had told him, was the biggest pain he could have wound up with. While his Skorupi was perfectly self-sustaining, this piss-for-brains dog seemed incapable of functioning on his own. He'd lost count of how many times he'd kicked it by now, though he considered it a point of pride that only a handful of those had been intentional and out of frustration.]

[This, however, was one of those times. He'd been in the midst of coercing a kid to hand over his pokemon ("I've got a better one, kid, right here" he'd said, gesturing to an empty ball) when the creature had ran up and pissed on his victim's shoe. He'd ran off in disgust, leaving Sewell empty-handed and furious.]

[The resultant yelp and cries from the creature were certain to draw attention, and so Sewell quickly reached down and clamped its mouth shut.]

Ya wanna wind up at the bottom of the pond just outside of town, huh? Then quit your yelping.

[The thing was worse than Pendleton.]

A - action

[ The first thing that strikes her is that she is alone. No army, no weapon. Kidnapped? Unlikely. Something else, then. Potentially spirit activity. It would explain the lack of bending, from what she's read on spirit projection. The entity that greeted her claimed to be her mother, and was certainly not, and this... thing she's been given, well. If it isn't a spirit of some kind, she's hard pressed to say what it might be. ]

Aron!

Yes, I've gathered that your name is 'Aron,' but I want to know what I'm doing here.

Ar?

Literally anything else besides your name?

Aron, aron-ron!

[ Kuvira rubs her temples, because of course she ended up with the least helpful one, and turns to another human arrival. ]

Do you have any idea what's happening?

B - text

[ The key to successful reconnaissance is, of course, stealth. Which is next to impossible on voice or video here, but... ]

Hello. My name is Fei, I'm a new arrival here. You'll have to forgive me - I'm a little less used to grand adventure than some of you seem to be from what I've read! I've barely journeyed outside the Earth Kingdom, myself. Though, of course, I'm sure that doesn't mean anything to you.

I have a lot of questions about Pokemon, of course, but I have no idea where to start with them. Any tips for a new trainer out there? Or, failing that, what are your homes like? We all seem to come from very different worlds.

Burgeoning Bellossoms

[Alongside Route 5, there are bunches of very distinct leaves growing. They don't match anything around them and it doesn't take much to notice that them. As someone who has had a connection to her own planet and plants in general, Aerith's curiosity is piqued.

Carefully, she makes her way through the grass with no sound, despite the fact that her boots look to be at least two sizes too big for her feet. As she gets closer, the red and white ball at her waist begins to shake violently.]

OH!

[With very little trouble, Aerith has the Pokéball open and is greeted by a little flower-like creature.]

Bébé!

What? [Her attention is caught between both her Flabébé and the strange leaves.] I'm fine. I swear. They're just... strange.

[Too bad she doesn't see the setting sun and the plants starting to pop up out of the ground.]

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Hey, everyone! Aerith here with a question. How many Oddish would you say is too many? And would you include any of its evolutions in the "too many" equation?

ACTION; all bark, no bite
[ Wandering around New Bark Town is a young girl with fiery red hair and a fiery chick hopping after her. Seems like she's trying to ignore it, but unlike the music (which she has tuned out already due as though it were second nature), it seems to be a little more persistent in getting its trainer's attention. Needy little chirps escape from it as it hops around in her footsteps, trying to not get left behind.

The trainer herself doesn't look malicious. In fact, she may be completely unaware to the desperate state of her Pokémon as she wanders around, taking in the rest of her surroundings. Was she surveying it for a reason? She seems experienced in that much, as she keeps an eye out for any possible threats.

It's why she's ready with a greeting whenever she's approached. ] The fire bird is a message, isn't it?

[ Because of course she would be paranoid about that. ]

TEXT; at least she's a quick learner
This PokeGear thing is pretty neat. I can dig it.

I'm Jean. [ Just Jean. Bad things seem to happen whenever she gives out her full name or someone recognizes her, so she's kind of hoping for a fresh start here. ] Looks like I'm another fresh face in the world of Pokémon. Pretty rad, if you ask me.

Let's train together sometime. If you're hanging around in the newbie area, that is. It'd be a pain to have to travel all the way back here just to show a novice like me up.

PS: Is the special symbol over the e necessary? I see it used in everything. Kinda annoying to have to type it out every time though, you know?

[ Aerith looks up at as she's addressed and smiles wryly. Not for nothing, but she's new and not sure what's going on either. Although, being followed around by a flower isn't anything like being followed by a rock?dog? thing? ]

I'm not sure they can say anything besides their names.

Bébé!

[And there's her own stalker, but she's okay with it.]

As for this world, I... I'm still trying to figure that out myself. [She holds out a hand for the other woman to take.] I'm Aerith. I guess you're new as well?

Edited (wrong tag) 2017-03-12 04:54 (UTC)

Sion Astal, it's a pleasure to meet you.

And if you're in sore need of company, anyone who's traveled the area enough could get as far as Cherrygrove at least easily enough. Though if you just have questions, I'd certainly be happy to answer.

[VIDEO]
Tell me, my friends...

[So says the accented voice, attached to a tanned man with pointed ears and lovely facial tattoos. (At least, if you asked him.) He's currently wrapped up in a sleeping bag, huddled up close to a fire, amid the light dusting of snow in the area.]

Is it always so cold in this world? Or is this just my luck?

[To add insult to injury, there is a Murkrow hopping around him, rolling around in the snow with complete and utter delight.]

... and are the creatures here always so... on the nose, as you say?

[VIDEO]
Yo, is this some kinda joke?

[The young man, with his hideous, backward hat and too-big jacket, just holds up an Espurr by the scruff of its neck. It just sort of dangles there, wiggling its little paws, and purring.]

Is this a cat? What's with the eyes?

What's the big idea giving me a cat? It doesn't even walk right!

[The girl that answers has her own Espurr, currently standing on her shoulder to look through the pokegear.]

It's like a cat? I don't think they're really cats though.... Not like you probably know them.

[If Espurrs had any different emotional expressions, perhaps Bright would be a little insulted right now.]

Vul-pix!

[Cissnei paused along the path, glancing down at her companion that was staring at the field off to their right. The small fox-like creature's ears flicked before it was bounding off with another 'Vul!', leaving it's trainer behind in favor of something else.

Figures.]

Apparently I picked the right name. [Shaking her head, Cissnei veered from her course and followed after her rambunctious partner. It wasn't until she was off the road and in the field itself that she spotted someone else--someone familiar.

Someone very familiar, actually.

The Turk paused where she stood, feeling momentarily shocked despite herself, only vaguely aware that her Vulpix had reached Aerith and was twilling happily at the young woman.]

Vul--vul-pix!

A message?

[Cissnei had taken everything in stride upon waking, carefully noting everything that was told to her by her 'mother' and the 'professor' before she had scooped up her new companion and started to get a feel for the town. And her pokegear. It was a lot to wrap her head around but this was the sort of thing she was trained for so, to the untrained eye, it may seem like she belonged here what with how at ease she was.

Minus the fact that she was in a suit.]

What sort of message would it be? [Tilting her head, Cissnei offered the other young woman a smile.] I think our partners are picked at random, honestly.

[Video]

[It'd been a solid week since Cissnei had arrived in this place but she had merely observed the network rather than actually use it. It gave her a chance to get her bearings and a real feel for the place, especially since she had no means of contacting the other Turks nor did she recognize anyone she had met just yet.

When she finally comes over the network her suit jacket is spotted with snow, her hair in the same state as, on her shoulder, her Vulpix twill softly.]

Has anyone else encountered living snow-beings? And I don't mean the Pokemon type.

[She shifts her gear so it can show the view over her shoulder--several small snowman are shuffling about in circles, happy as can be.]

They're almost cute, in a way.

[Action - Ecruteak City]

[It figures that as soon as she actually tried to take a break, a Pokemon would decide to make things hard for her.

In this case, it was a small Meowth that had swiped her Pokegear and was currently leading Cissnei and her Vulpix on a wild goose chase through the streets of the city.]

Reno, use Flame Burst!

[The Vulpix twilled and did as commanded, effectively causing a garbage can to explode and startle the Meowth, sending it down an alley instead of into the dense crowd ahead.

Cissnei grinned and turned down the alleyway as well, her Vulpix on her heels as they started to gain some ground.]

Not too bad. You're getting good at that.

Aye, I have seen it on several occasions. The snow-lala that I created several hours ago has come to life. Quite unnatural, but harmless to say the least.

[What is this? This is a short little lady here. Cheerful looking, a waterfall of pink hair and her trainer clothing. Sort of round in a way, like a potato, with intelligent eyes. Panning the gear towards the snow-lala, it was doing the Manderville in the snow.]

I must say, I will be glad when the snow era ends, if naught for the amount of time spent in a desert environment.

For a place as lush with greenery, it did not inspire confidence. Having the strange entity who called itself mother to her, push her out the door earned a royal glare. The small sultana was slightly peeved at the motion, and folded her small arms.

At her feet, sat a Meowth who looked at her with a curious look as Nanamo sighed.]

Mayhap you have any idea of what this might entail?

Meowth?

Thought not.

[For a while, she figured it was a clockwork autominion, something like the goldsmiths would make and Adventurers were so fond of carrying with them on their journeys. But no, this was something different.

Turning towards a nearby person, she called out,] Hail! Which land do I stand in now?

[Video]

I have come to believe that we have been abducted to another plane, this much is for certain. However, I ask for your aid in identifying anyone from Eorzea, or nay if the words Mother Crystal mean anything to you.

Nay, I do not look for answers, only confirmation. My name is Lilira Lira, and I would be honest with you -- this is naught the first time something strange has happened towards my person.

[ Unfortunately, she and Chris are still going back and forth through Johto as of the moment. They're taking their time, first going through an area at their pace then planning on going back around eventually. The first time they circled it had just been her going to pick him up, but it seemed an effective way to do things. Quickly learn the lay of the land and how to get from city to city (or at least center to center), then you can explore more effectively without worrying about a more comfortable place to rest or taking care of your pokemon partners.

Which is to say, they're a long, long way from Kanto and Route 5 right now. ]

I think the answer is when you start questioning if you have too many.

Then again, I kind of wish that I would have just went for it and had a full team of Eevee...

[ No sooner than arriving in Ecruteak is she met with an exploding trash bin.

That... feels like it's something she shouldn't be so blase about, but at this point between this world and her own it feels like it should've happened two towns prior. Chris has taken it upon himself to heal his pokemon and then crash, but she's not quite tired yet and had told him she'll do a bit of exploring and return with food for them. The plan was to let him get in a few hours of shut eye then wake him (even though he'd told her to wake him the moment she returns), but it seems Ecruteak has other plans for her.

Catching the display before her, she crosses the distance to address the situation. Hand on hip and Eevee on her shoulder like a small and only slightly effective scarf, it surveys the scene with an inquisitive gaze but trusts its trainer to make a good call. If Jill's demeanor had been less calm it might be more alert than just having perked ears. ]

Exactly how many garbage cans do you have to blow-up to be good at it?

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[They told her not to go into the tall grass, but she's been going into the tall grass all her life. You can't stop a hunter from going into the grass! That's where all the good prey is!

Or Pokemon, for that matter. Sasha's sneaking up on a nice decent level Pidgey, wanting one she can at least fly on later, but suddenly the flock flutters and scatters off because there's a sound both them and Sasha pick up before the perpetrator actually shows on the scene.]

Oh my gods! [Sasha groans, faltering forward onto her knees in defeat, head hanging low. This is the third time that this has happened today. Third time. She been nice for too long.] Could you please stop following me?

[The Deerling makes a little noise, but it's a mystery if it's a sound of disappointment or a complete no Pokemon-style. Whatever it is, the Pokemon creeps closer to Sasha and noses at her arm. Come on, human. Accept it! Train it! Be the very best like no one ever was!]

I said please stop following me. I don't know what you are... [A deer with a funny hat.] ...or what you want, but please stop following me.

[Little Deerling does nothing of the sort except stomp its foot in the dirt. Well, this must be an adamant nature one. Just her luck. She's going to call it Jean.]

Okay, but when I turn you into dinner, don't say I didn't warn you.

[With Sasha, that's an actual threat.]

» video

[The feed starts out in a blur of darkness, though on the very edges of the screen, one can pick out what seems to be natural sunlight. And it is, once the person holding the device pulls it away from her chest shows that a young girl with her brown hair tucked up in a ponyail is perched on a rock somewhere in a forested area. The city part seemed a little too busy and overwhelming for Sasha, a girl who was raised in the woods, so she's more comfortable here even though confusion is still practically slathered all over her face. She's holding a handful of colorful berries in her hand--blue, yellow, pink and green striped, you name it, she has at least enough of them to make one Pokemon very happy.

Yet she's sitting here staring at them, practically drooling.]

Good afternoon! [Oh, wait, the camera's upside down. Give her a second to learn how to live with technology. And indoor plumbing. And electricity!] A lady gave me these berries and told me they were for my Pokemon, but it doesn't want them.

[She swivels a bit and flips the camera towards a brown and beige deerlike animal to her right. Deerlike only because it has weird yellow lines and spots of which Sasha's never seen on an actual deer before and an even weirder flower thing on its head. She hold out the pink and green striped berry to the Deerling who snorts and turns its head away. How rude.

But back to the bigger problem at hand: Sasha's own hunger.]

So I can have them instead, right?

Ah, Sasha, you can't! Don't eat those!

[Seeing a familiar face on the gear was somewhat unexpected, and in a moment, Armin will definitely feel pleased and ready to give her all the information her heart might desire (and lets be honest here, probably a lot more than she ever asked for) but first, there is one super, very important thing to make sure of.

Sasha cannot eat those berries.]

Armin!

[Well, that's a face she certainly did not expect to see here. Sasha could go on and on about where and when she last saw Armin, but that can come later. Later when he's not telling her she can't do something her heart and stomach desires the most.

She frowns at the screen, down to the berries, and then back up at him.]

Why not? It's not like I picked them off a strange bush somewhere.

[No, she just picked them off a strange lady somewhere. A gigantic difference.]

[That is hardly a difference at all!]

Those berries aren't like the ones we have back where we are from. They are fine for your pokemon to eat, but when eaten by a human the effects are... not very pleasant to say the least.

[It's a major difference! You city people just don't get it.]

Like what? A stomachache? I'm okay with having a stomachache if I'm not hungry anymore.

[And now she's opening her mouth in preparation of popping one right on in...]

That one will give you several hours of severe gastro-intestional distress.

[Do you want the shits, Sasha? Because that is what this comes down to.]

[ The face on-screen is, of all odds, an Elezen who's got a small smile. He's as perplexed as he imagines she is - though, if he is honest, he's sure something about her looks familiar.

Oh well. No time to ponder that when you're like him! Taking it all in. ]

You speak of the Mother Crystal and even of Eorzea - splendid! I'd thought none would have known of it - it's been a little upsetting! But this is like no land the Warrior of Light had regaled me with before...

[ not that he'd. expect it to be. with his first thoughts on arriving. ]

[Well, that pulls Sasha up short if just for a second, but not for the reason Armin was aiming for.]

Gastro-what?

[You can't go around dropping big words on her like that if you're trying to warn her, Armin. She's not the 104th bookworm like you.]

It seems like a land unto itself. Truly none of the further states such as Othard and the Eastern Kingdoms. And I highly expect Garlemald not to be so... green.

[Oh shit is that...? It is! Well, praise be to the Mother then.]

I should dispense with the alias then, Lord Haurchefant. I know your face.

I am Nanamo Ul Namo, Sultana of Ul'dah.

March-April Test Drive Meme

TEST DRIVE MEME

George Sewell | Silent Hill: Downpour | Animal Abuse CW

Kuvira | The Legend of Korra

Aerith Gainsborough | Final Fantasy VII

Jean Grey | All-New X-Men

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Video because he STILL writes texts like composing letters...

Zevran Arainai | Dragon Age

Reese | Hustle Cat

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Bellossoms!

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Cissnei | Final Fantasy VII Compilation

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Nanamo Ul Namo | Final Fantasy XIV

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Sasha Braus | Attack on Titan

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nanamo........ i am considering this guy as a second. also, video;

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The nanaimo bar is amazing (video)