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zubatopia2014-08-30 02:42 pm
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Testrun Meme September Edition
TESTRUN MEME
1. Fall is coming! The leaves are falling, harvests are coming in, and some unruly fire types just started a forest fire! It's spreading fast, what do you do?
2. The Habitat Tower is desperately in need of help for taking care of Ice Pokemon - they need volunteers! You've been provided with a fur jacket. Good luck!
3. Oh god there's a swarm of angry Pokémon and they're all bearing down on you run away!
4. A big Pokemon contest is coming up but disaster has struck - all the ribbons have been sold out! How ever will we resolve this catastrophic shortage?
5. Wildcard! Come up with your own prompt!
Ichigo Kurosaki | Bleach
[There's a very confused looking person wandering the streets of Union, taking a few steps and stopping every so often to take in the sights with an absolutely dumbfounded look on their face. The person who is probably blocking traffic looks...well, a little odd. Bright orange hair runs down his back, long and shaggy-although it's tied in a high pony tail, and...the hair that hangs down moves all at once, like it's a scarf or something. ...And....do the ends of the hair occasionally twitch?
His clothing is odd, too. It resembles a male Kimono, the undershirt and Hakama a dark brown-with a pecular kind of haori on top. Two circles on the shoulders, the inside of them cut so that the undershirt shows. On the back of the haori, another circle lies between his shoulder blades, right in the center of his back. There's an intricate, cream colored design on it, looping around and coming up to the collar of the undershirt. All in all, it resembles something rather familiar...
The final thing someone would notice is the way he moves-his arms, hidden in the folds of his clothing, stay firmly locked in at his sides, not bending or moving once. His movement is rather stiff as well-and he turns his entire body to look at things, instead of just moving his head around. It's as if he doesn't realize he can move his head....
...Maybe you'll give some help to this poor soul? Because oh god, he's going to get in trouble sooner or later if no one takes pity on him.]
2 | Where am I
[Somehow, he's found his way into the Habitat tower. All the hustle and bustle confuses him, but he knows fellow pokemon when he sees them. The cold of the area barely bothers him - being a steel type, he practically doesn't feel it - far too wrapped up in seeing the myriad creatures around.
A small noise to his right catches his attention, and he moves to see what it is. A cubchoo sits on the floor, staring at him and makes another noise, waving its small arms at him as if asking him to come over and sit down.]
A baby....?
[The sound of his own voice startles him a bit, as does the accompanying mouth movements. As a Honedge, he'd never had a mouth - and since he only woke up fairly recently, anything to do with the human form he'd blundered into was startlingly new. The Cubchoo makes another noise and a few more movements, and Ichigo looks around the area carefully before coming closer. The last thing he wanted to deal with was an angry mother, after all.
It's so small...
The thought rouses a familiar feeling in his chest, one that makes him want to watch over the little pokemon...and protect it.
Quietly, the hair that hangs in a ponytail rises up, the ends of it becoming a hand reaching out to the little pokemon in order to pat it's head -
...except he can't reach. He comes up maddeningly short, the 'fingers' of the hair-hand grasping the air just above the cubchoo's head. Scowling, he gives an angry huff and tries to step closer, hoping that'll help him reach the pokemon. He just wanted to pet it, but he can't-reach-
Finally, he steps back, shaking his head. There was just no way...he was too tall. There was no way for him to reach down, unless he bent-
vaguely, he remembers about his legs. It had taken a while for him to realize they could move and slightly bend when he'd changed, and he'd had an old, fractured memory of walking down a path in a forest to let him know what they were for. Another memory pops up now, one of kneeling down in front of an odd table, picking up a heavy cover and cuddling under it.
Well. There wasn't a table with a cover on the sides, but...he had legs, right?
Carefully - with a lot of stops and starts and hesitation - he finally, finally kneels, looking worried the entire time. But with that accomplished...he's finally able to pet the little thing in front of him with his hair hand. The fur underneath is soft to the touch, and he can't stop himself from smiling.
...Of course, he's entirely unaware of the spectacle he's made of himself, seeing as he seemed scared of kneeling down. Or even that he's...you know, not really dressed for such cold temperatures. Someone could easily come up to him while he's distracted, after all.]
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She's picking her way back, avoiding known areas where her classmates tend to gather, when she comes across him. To say he looks confused is... probably an understatement. But he's also blocking the way, which is rather troublesome for her at the moment. With a look of impatience, she pushes herself past the amused onlookers until she's right in front of him.]
You're blocking the way. Please move.
[Really... At this rate, the whole street is going to get clogged.]
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So he just scowls, and the hair hanging from his ponytail flicks angrily. A trick of the wind?]
Why do I have to move? There's a lot of room.
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Because people are staring, and it's causing them to block traffic. Even a side street would be better-- you can't just stop in the middle of an intersection.
So, hurry and get moving!
/lies down loudly srry for being late
[He feels a little bad-he hadn't meant to make a scene, but...why were they even staring the first place? He wasn't that weird, was he?]
...What's a side street?
PROCEEDS TO ALSO BE LATE I'm sorry /)_(\
[Her tone is one of utter disbelief. But rather than linger, she just shakes her head and begins to move herself.]
Listen, just- follow me for now, okay?
[They really need to get him out of the way before they clog up the street any more than it already is. As such, she'll begin walking down a still populated, but much less busy street.]
shhhh it ok
[Obviously, he's not sure. But he follows her anyway, his jerky movements slowing him down a bit as they go into a quieter area.]
Is this it?
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Of course it is.
[Wasn't that obvious? Everyone, especially someone his age should know that. It wasn't like he was some little kid. But wait...
"Sounds kind of familiar?" What kind of response was that?
Once they've reached a place where it's safe to stop without impeding traffic, she turns around, her arms crossed. Not aggressively - it's more a gesture that closes herself off. A protective, defensive stance.]
Why were you just standing there? [Those movements, too...] Did you get hurt or something?
1 SLAMS IN HERE
And Guards did just about everything. Defending the wall was #1, but there hadn't been any attacks recently! So keeping the peace within the city was another duty of theirs. Wearing a jacket with both Guard and Ranger colors, Eren has been called to the scene of some sort of traffic jam in the middle of town. He's accompanied by Blitz, a dog-like jolteon, also wearing a collar with the Ranger colors.
Eren approaches the weird... guy? He was young, couldn't be much older than Eren. The Skarmory shifter clears his throat to get his attention, putting on his best cop-face and using his most convincing, calming voice. Which he is not totally awesome at, but he tries. How he does try.]
Excuse me, sir? I'm going to have to ask you to get out of the street. You're causing a disruption.
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Another human...there were a lot of humans, weren't there? He blinks once and the hair hanging from his pony tail flicks as he speaks.]
What's a street?
[After all, he's only lived in the wilderness for about two weeks. He has no idea of what most human things are, even if he does have human memories rolling around inside of his brain.]
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Is this guy paralyzed, or something? Does he need a Cheri berry?
No, he's just weirdly stiff. And has moving hair. O-kay. Eren has seen weirder. Maybe. Somewhere.
But then he has to go and say something like that. "What's a street?" Really? Eren exchanges glances with Blitz and then squints at the stranger]
Um. This. [he taps his bird-like taloned feet on the ground, the metal claws clacking on the hard surface] This is a street, or a road. It's where the carts and cars go to transport goods? And you're standing in the way. Pedestrians walk on the sidewalk, over here.
[Blitz snerks, snarking to himself in Pokémon language]
Ain't THIS guy a real winner... Surprised he can even speak!
[Eren glares down at the Jolteon and kicks at him lightly with one foot]
I AM THE SLOWEST WHEEE
Oi! Keep your comments to yourself, jackass!
[It's in pokemon, which...suddenly makes it obvious what this guy's deal is. He looks back at Eren, huffing loudly.]
What's his problem?
SO AM I NO WORRIES
Eren!! He heard me!!
[Eren's a little surprised himself! This guy must be a Shifter, Pokémon to human. Which would explain how clueless he is]
Ahaha... Sorry. He didn't know you could understand him. He's kind of a jerk sometimes. C'mon, let's get over to the sidewalk. [and carefully leading crazy sword boy over to the sidewalk...]
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[He follows, and thankfully his jerky movements don't apply to when he walks in a straight line. His knees barely bend, however, and he seems kind of uncomfortable touching the ground.
Which, you know, makes sense - Honedge hover everywhere, after all.]
So is this a sidewalk?
[It seems....vaguely familiar.]
sorry so late!
[Harima stopped on the other side of the intersection and stared at the red head with his brows furrowed and his mouth twisted into a scowl. With a bag of groceries held in one arm and a sleepy Swinub tucked under the other, there wasn't much else that he could do without making a mess of things.]
Get a move on, would ya? You're in the way.
[And, from the clouds that were starting to roll in and the distant rumble of thunder on the wind, a storm was going to be blowing in-- and soon.
He didn't have an umbrella. The last thing he needed was to be sent back to the store because the groceries were soaked.]
hush u
[He turns around - in his strange, hopping way, keeping his body completely straight as he moves to look at whoever's talking to him.
He blinks, the hair behind him flicking slightly.]
Where're you going?
[He sees the storm coming in, but it doesn't worry him. In his sheathe, he's fine. He won't rust, and water doesn't effect him much anyway.]
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[He lifted a shoulder and jerked his head in the general direction he was headed in, as if that helped to explain.]
And you're kinda in the way.
[Though his dark sunglasses hid his eyes in this lighting, he saw that weird flicking movement the stranger's ponytail did. Enlightened? No...]
Why are you moving so weird, anway? Get hit by a Rhyhorn?
Re: Ichigo Kurosaki | Bleach
Excuse me, sir, are you alright? You seem, ah, distracted.
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[Turning around (stiffly, moving his body instead of his head), he begins to respond to her...and stops dead in his tracks.
That...That was...
A memory of his days in the forest comes up, bright and vivid. Of leaning over the water in the lake shrine, and seeing his form - a bright red sword with a red tassel, a single brown eye in the middle of the hilt. It took him a moment that the creature in the water was a reflection of himself, and he was struck by an odd feeling that left him shaken.
This isn't how I'm supposed to look...
But as he roamed around in the forest, he didn't find any other pokemon like himself. For a while - until now, really - he'd thought he was the only one of his kind, the only sword-like pokemon in the world.
Finding out that he wasn't alone was a relief, really.
Excuse his shocked expression, or the way his brown eyes widen and focus in on the Honedge at her side. He just...needs a minute.]
That's....!
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You there. What quarrel have you with Lady Lucina?
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Quickly, he puts his hair - hand in front of him, palm outward.]
I don't - I just surprised to see another pokemon like me!
[It's in the language he used, and perfectly at that.]
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Excuse me, did you just...
[Noble ignores the the fact that Ichigo is speaking in his language, in favor of leaning forward, single eye glaring at the Shifter.]
Ha! A likely story, cur.
Noble! [Lucina barks] Stand down!
But, my lady...
Noble!
[The Honedge grudgingly returns to his scabbard, giving Ichigo one last glare before he slides in.]
I apologize for him. Noble has been a close companion since I was very young, and as such he's somewhat overprotective. How were you able to speak his language?
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[He's cut off as Lucina recalls her pokemon, and he doesn't miss the glare from Noble as he re-sheathes himself. Ichigo still keeps his 'hand' out, although he closes his palm.]
I, uh....I'm a Honedge.
[He blurts it out before thinking about how it must look, but...his hair is moving like the tassel on a Honedge's hilt, and his brown eyes are slit exactly like the eye on the sword pokemon at her side.
Then he realizes that he probably sounds crazy, and his hand moves to touch his chest in a pleading way.]
Okay, I know it sounds crazy, but...I'm telling the truth! I woke up in front of a shrine in the forest, and then I wandered around the place for a while before I suddenly turned into this!
[He gestures to all of himself, again with his hair and not with the arms hidden in his haori sleeves.]
And I, uh...I'd never seen another Honedge before, so I...I was just surprised. I...thought I was the only one.
[He looks away - with just his eyes, not moving his head, but...if he was telling the truth, it'd make sense that he wouldn't move his body, right? He wouldn't even realize that he had joints he could move.]
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