ohmyarceus | JULY - AUGUST TEST DRIVE MEME

A. Hunger Sets In
Megumin sat at a road crossing, looking at her Togepi like it was food. She had run out of rations a hour ago, and her stomach was growling. Togepi stared back at her, tilting it's head innocently.

"I wish I could eat you," said Megumin in a despondent tone, flopping down onto the road with a gurgling stomach.

No food, no Explosion Magic, no Aqua, Darkness or Kazuma. She would even take Wiz and YunYun too.

"I'm so hungry..."

***So hungry... KONOSUBA!***

B. Explosions
"EXPLOSION!"

BOOM.

The cry was accompanied by a literal swathe of forest detonating in a massive explosion. Megumin was grinning ear to ear as her Togepi cheered and rolled around, despite being a bit soot stained.

"That was great, do it again! EXPLOSION!"

BOOM. There goes a whole field.

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOOOOOOOOOM!

***BOOMKONOSUBA!***

C. Pokegear
[Megumin had found some portable lunch and was chewing as she fiddled with the camera.]

This is weird. It's like a letter, but it isn't. Hello? Anyone on that end? Kazuma? You there?

Edited 2017-08-02 19:08 (UTC)

[Hanako's nightmares are usually much worse too...and they didn't have somewhat comforting background music accompanying them. She closes her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. It could be worse. That was pretty much the only thought that was remotely comforting at the moment.]

Hanako. [She finally responds, after a few seconds of awkward silence.]

Oh.

[That's not very comforting either. Thankfully, the talk of Pokémon is enough to distract her for the time being. While she was still confused and frightened, these creatures had her curious.]

B-but I think it's...afraid.

They all have unique personalities. Some are more brave than others.

[And some are completely foolhardy.]

If you are nervous, it might also be reacting to that.

Sort of like p-people?

[She more or less gets it.]

I'm...n-not sure I can help that.

Ah... [She opens her mouth, letting it hang open for a couple seconds before she finds the words she needs.]

I'm sorry. You must be new here. [Or not, but hey, she's presuming things again.] Usually, if two people with pokemon meet out here like this, they're supposed to battle with their pokemon.

[Hey, if the background music is doing some good now it might not be in the future... if that helps. It probably doesn't, why would she think that. Stupid!]

Hanako. [She repeats it, giving a curt nod. A light smile graces her lips.] My name's Rakka, it's a pleasure to meet you.

[A strange name? Don't worry, they get worse.]

Are... you alright? You're not hurt or anything?

[She gives a brief nod. Hanako isn't smiling, but she isn't trembling quite as much either.]

I don't think so. [She's shaken, but definitely not injured or anything.]

It's...n-nice to meet you too.

That's great. It's nice that you're not hurt when you arrive here, I think.
[It's the first thing she asks a lot of the people that show up here for the first time. It's Important.]

And, um... welcome to the world of Pokemon? Hehe...

[She probably had that speech already? or do they not do that anymore.]

You already have one, don't you?

[Hanako thinks not being hurt being a good thing should be fairly obvious.]

I'm n-not really sure. [She's been more or less stalked by something, but every time she turns to look at it, it hides.]

These creatures are forced to fight?

No, that's not it. They actually want to show how powerful they are! [she shakes her head... then kind of shrugs.]

It's just that, the people who are native here. They really want to battle, and they'll probably battle you if you make eye contact.

Oh, really? [She sounds honestly surprised.]

Normally, when you arrive here, you're given a pokemon inside a little pokeball. [Uhh, she makes the shape of a ball with her hands.] It's um, red and white?

[Jack considers this.]

Hmm...I can't say that I approve of animals fighting like that....

Weeeee're pretty far from Earth, yeah. Like a lot.

Neither did I, not at first. [She walks over to her Dodrio, gently laying her hands on its furry body.]

But, the truth is they actually want to fight. But, it's not to the death, it's just to show how much they've learned.

[And how strong a bond can be.]

[He considers this.]

It is...their choice?

Well.... yes!

[It's a team effort!!]

Oh. Yeah. I was gonna ask about that.

[#priorities]

Which part? The others, or the creatures?

[TO BE FAIR, it's all pretty alarming, whoops.]

This was not a nice place. This was absolutely, positively not a good, clean nice place. His mother would beat him raw if she knew he was in a place like this, with all these.. these weird... strange things and beings and that ball that woman had given him had opened and now something was chasing him.

Credence could see the lights of a town up ahead. If he could just get to that town. If he could get there maybe they would be able to help him find his way back.

A haunting cry sounded behind him and he whips around, hands in tight fists. That thing from the ball was still following him. It was obviously magic, witchcraft. Terrible witchcraft had brought him here and now there were magical beasts chasing him. Poltergeists!!

He turns back around and is suddenly face to face with that little creature again. It was floating at eye level, staring at him with a big smile and eyes seeming to glow. Then it screams loudly right in his face.

Where the blood was very rapidly draining from. Credence's hand was clutching his pendant that Mr. Graves had given to him like it was crucifix and if he wished hard enough the man would appear and resolve this entire.. this...

No, nope, done.

He turns to quickly take off. His heart was pounding in his ears and he felt mindless in his attempt to flee the creature. He pushes through the bushes and dodges around trees, startling other sleeping creatures. He's forced to stop, gasping in air.

All around him eyes were glowing in the dark, looking towards him. Credence clutches his hair, feeling like he was going insane.

"Mr. Graves... Mr. Graves..? .... Ma..?"

He turns slowly, seeing the eyes in the trees, unaware they were curious HootHoots, a Noctowl or two. A few startled day time bird Pokemon.

Along the bushes, in the grass, more rustling and eyes peeking out. A few growls. Credence felt like he couldn't breathe. This wasn't New York, this wasn't any where near New York and he was alone and--

And he stops in his turn. There was the Misdreavus again, or as he thought, insane poltergeist creature. It was smiling at him. Its mouth opens and it screams again, only to be cut off as...

As Credence passes out onto the grass, crumpling like a boneless heap.

The Misdreavus blinks a few times, completely startled by her new trainer's reaction. It was all in fun, wasn't it?

Oops.

"That was very rude. You must have frightened him very badly for him to end up like this."

That's what Credence would find himself waking up to several hours later, a fire crackling somewhere close as someone scolds the Misdreavus. A coat is resting over Credence and his head is pillowed on a backpack, whoever it was that found him clearly wanting to try and make him comfortable.

Once he's awake and can see where he is, he'll find himself in the midst of a small campsite with...that's a lot of Pokemon settled about.

A large, old Drampa is resting around the far edge of the campsite, dozing contently with a small Rockruff and a Piplup curled up against him. A Gastly is hovering around the fire near the Misdreavus making a soft tsking sound, clearly just as unimpressed with what she had done as his trainer is. An Audino is busy cleaning up a mess some of the other Pokemon had made with the help of a Noibat who looks like he'd rather be sleeping than doing this but who can deny Queenie?

And the source of the voice?

Newt Scamander is sitting on a log, frowning gently at the Misdreavus as a Staravia sits beside him on the log with the same sort of frown. Two small Flabebes are perched on Newt's shoulder whispering to one another, catching up since Morgan had only just returned home.

"Once he wakes up, it would be the best idea for you to apologize and try to make amends with him. The poor boy has already been through quite a bit, there's no need to make it worse for him. Understood?" Newt said softly, head tilting.

The Misdreavus looked quite guilty, her eyes cast downwards. She obviously had just been having a good bit of fun with her new trainer. The young man had to have seen that, right? But he ran away and fainted. Trainers weren't supposed to do that. Now she felt badly about the whole thing...

Credence roused slowly. It was more the sound of the fire crackling, because generally fire wasn't an overly positive thing back home if it was open like this. But right, he was in the middle of no where...

He blinks blearily. Right... He'd been running from something, from-- All..

He sits up sharply at the sight of all these creatures around him. There was clear panic in his face. His eyes landed on the one human form among all these monsters. His hand found the pendant, clutching it tight as he shifts to run towards the man.

"Mr--" Oh wait that... That was not Mr. Graves and ...

That thing was there with him and it had another floating thing with it now and--That was a dragon wasn't it?

"Oh..." Credence was feeling... rather light headed again.

The Misdreavus made a delighted call at seeing her trainer awake and starts to move towards him to greet him. She came up short when the young man was flinging his hands out to try and ward her off.

Newt was on his feet in an instant, putting an arm out to gently keep the Misdreavus back while he made a calming sound at all the others since tension was clear among all those awake.

"Easy, easy, everyone stay calm," he said soothingly, waiting until he was sure Merlin, especially, wasn't going to attack before he slowly knelt down where he was. He kept his body language open and his expression gentle, offering Credence a smile.

"Hello, Credence, isn't it?" Newt murmured with a faint smile. "My name is Newt Scamander. We were never properly introduced but I am familiar with a few acquaintances of yours. I believe you know Miss Goldstein?" Over Newt's shoulder his Gastly, Nicholas, is peering over at Credence curiously, his aura flickering as he let's out a quiet little hum.

Who was this person? How did they know his name? How-- Oh. Miss Goldstein.

That name was familiar and it seemed to put a blanket of calm over Credence. Someone who had been kind, someone who had protected him. ven if his memory was a little shady about it he.. knew.

And that.. other thing was looking at him and Credence looks down, twisting the pendant in his fingers.It wasn't Mr. Graves but this person seemed kind and he was unafraid of the creatures around them.

"It ... Yes. I... how do you know Miss Gold... stein..?" The ground was the most interesting thing in the world right now.

The young man looked ready to fold into himself like a black hole. The Misdreavus looks over at Nicholas, frowning.

"I think he's broken."

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