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Hunk | Voltron: Legendary Defender
Little red light's universal for recording, right? Guys? Hello?
[A concerned young man in what might be armor peers out onto the network. Must be new arrival day in New Bark.]
Shiro, Pidge, Lance, any of you guys out there? It's Hunk.
I'm okay, I think, but good news and bad news. Bad news is, I lost the Yellow Lion. I've got no idea where that wormhole spit me out, there's at least one human here but she's crazy and locked me out, a-a-a-and if this thing is actually a communicator I've got no idea who or where it's actually broadcasting to.
Good news is... there's. There's no good news, sorry.
[There's a low, gravelly rumble from somewhere off-screen. Hunk freezes just a little, eyes darting to one side like he's trying to look over his shoulder without actually turning his head.]
...oh. And there's this. Boulder rhino thing following me. ...It's kind of terrifying. Like a lot.
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-and that should be good to just simmer for a while.
[It's evening on the early routes of Johto, and Hunk has managed to procure, from somewhere in New Bark, a camping pot; currently full of bubbling, aromatic liquid.]
[A Rhyhorn is settled down opposite Hunk, eyeing the pot dully.]
Not my best work, but considering what's available it should be pretty good. Too bad we couldn't find any wild tubers, I MISS potatoes. But once we reach town we'll really be able to- hey, hey!
[Earlier fear forgotten, Hunk swats at the Rhyhorn with a ladle as it steps forward to try dipping its massive snout into the pot.]
Not til it's done, dude! It's a stew, you gotta let it reduce for the flavors to really blend. Trust me.
[The Rhyhorn lets out a disgruntled rumble of a growl, but settles back down.]
Don't gimme that, dude, I'm waiting too. ...Fine, here. Have a Berry, I'm not sure what else to do with these yet.
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There is something that catches his attention, though. A very familiar sounding name.]
Ah, excuse me, did you say Shiro?
I'm not sure if it a very common name, but by any chance do you mean a tall man, with a scar across his face and black and white hair?
[Sort of looks like he is always running on no sleep? Father to his men and literally everything that just stands still long enough near him? That guy?]
Because if he is the one you are looking for, the good news is that he is here.
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[Oh good, non-crazy people. Human people. Which was probably a question for another time.]
Yeah, yeah! That's definitely him. Probably. Serious guy with a metal arm, right?
[The dadliest leader you could ask for.]
Is he with you? He's all right, right?
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We're not travelling together, but we've met up a few times. He has access to the network as well, so he should see this message sooner or later. Though you could try sending him a message directly if he doesn't.
I hope you don't mind me asking but... do you belong to his team? He's mentioned it before.
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Wait, you mean like he's been here for a while?
[They were literally just together... which means-]
Oh man, how bad was that crash? How long was I OUT?
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[Time shenanigans never stop being headache inducing.]
This world is... strange. Nobody can explain it, but it brings people from other worlds here. I do not think it is entirely random, but so far, nobody has been able to established a proper pattern either.
When it brings people from the same world here, they don't have to arrive from the same moment in time. And apparently when you are brought here, it will always bring you back to the exact same moment when you are sent home, so others won't even realise you were gone. From my perspective, Shiro has been here for... nearly a year, I think. Just like me.
Shiro might be able to explain this better than I can.
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[Pidge would have a field day figuring THAT out.]
...That's weird. This place is weird.
And, uh, yeah, I'm part of his team. I'm Hunk, I pilot the yellow lion.
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To be honest, he's never told me much about what you do. [What exactly does he mean, he pilots a lion?] But either way, it is good to meet you. I'm Armin. I think Shiro will be glad to have one of you here.
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[Or it just hasn't really come up, but caution, valor, etc.]
Good to meet you too, man. It's been a WHILE since I've seen any humans besides the rest of the team, you know?
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Really? Are there no humans where you are?
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How about a pair of eyes blinking in it?
How about a small shadowy thing with what looks like a stump mask on slowly coming up out of it?
That's normal, right? Just a ghost hanging out in stew.
It pauses, smiles, puts its stubby hands to its face and sticks its tongue out.]
Booooo!
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[Okay. Hunk is like ninety percent sure he didn't add that.]
Dude, now I have to start over.
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No reaction? What the heck.]
Ooo?
[Then comes noises like someone walking up.]
Andy, what in the world are you doing?
[Andy??? Andy. Andy shirks back at being called by the lady, looking guilty.]
What have I told you about harassing strangers? [The lady crosses her arms and taps her foot impatiently while the ghost-child-thing makes noises.] You call that fun? Andy, I didn't raise you like this. [She adds as an aside:] I think your stew will be fine, dear, he's only a ghost.
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Ghost-?
[That'd explain how he got into the pot, at least.]
Uh- good work haunting, I guess? Very spooky. ...but stay out of the food, dude. Not cool.
[And turning back to Botan.]
If you're sure? ...he wouldn't have left- I don't know, ecto-stuff in there, right?
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...[She's listening to Andy again.]
He's not patronizing you, Andy, you're nine. Anyway, I wouldn't worry about the content of your--no, you should not be grumbling about what Wicked G would do here, Andy, I'm trying to have a conversation with the young man, please! Don't you make me stick you in the Pokeball, do you want that?
["No" says the huffy slump.]
Right. Sorry, he gets up to mischief when not being watched. I wouldn't worry about the stew, in any case. Very resourceful to cook for yourself when out traveling, though, do you do that often?
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Yyynnnkind of? My friends and I are kind of always traveling now, but there's usually not any actual ingredients to cook with so we're usually stuck with this processed nutritional goo stuff? I cook when I can, though.
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Well...we've got nothing but solid food here now, in case you were hoping there'd be nutritional goo. Sorry. Nutritional goo sounds, um, futuristic?
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[...aside from Shiro being fine and NOT grievously injured.]
You, uh, want any? If you're not in a hurry or whatever. There should be plenty, probably. I'm still not sure how much the big guy here's gonna take.
[Gesturing with his ladle at the Rhyhorn.]
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[Oh boy that sure is a big grin on his face. He looks thrilled. And so does the huge Aggron leaning over his shoulder to see better.]
I'm here! Don't worry! It's -- it's so good to see you!
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[Last time he saw you, you had kind of a hole in your ribs or something.]
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[Yeah no holes here. Heck he even actually looks rested for once in his life.]
Where are you? We can see about swinging your way.
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[His expression falters.]
No... No, they're not here anymore. I meant these guys. [As metal fingers reach up, absently, and dig into the space behind his Aggron's head. Neck scratches.]
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[#priorities]
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[TO BE FAIR, it's all pretty alarming, whoops.]