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beholdmydemons) wrote2013-11-25 02:07 pm
beholdmydemons) wrote2013-11-25 02:07 pm
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fusion error - action for everything and also disaster for national park
[SO FOURTH WALL BEGINS and everything goes straight to stupid. Walter has no idea where he is, so all he can really do is...wander around trying to figure out where he is. His Gauntlet is apparently functional (and his sword and pistol appeared for him to pick back up), so in addition to his ever-faithful Houndoom, he also occasionally has a demon following at his heels - the eerie Macabre, the feathered serpent Gucumatz, the hag Yomotsu-Shikome, the Goetian demon Orias, or perhaps the giant Wendigo.
This is a catchall - pick a place, any place, and Walter can be there.
...but on the 25th, he's landed himself in a little bit of a pickle.
Around midday, the National Park north of Goldenrod finds itself...plagued. Something that is decidedly not a Pokemon has appeared in the park - something that resembles a giant, grotesque head, its flesh torn away on the left side of its face and an odd, bony protrusion spewing a pinkish gas from the diseased-looking creature's cranium. Its body underneath the head is a pulpy red mess that it carries on a litter, fleshy hands bearing up its own weight by the handles and spindly legs hanging over the edges to propel itself totteringly along. (This is a picture, but it's kind of freaky-looking so if you get squicked by zombie-ish stuff you may not want to click. I'd say it's only a little grosser than Attack on Titan-type stuff, but it does have...a bit of a startling quality to it, so I made it smallish and linked to the imgur display page instead of the whole image.)
It's hard to tell, the monstrosity's expression frozen as it is, but it seems...happy, actually. It's skittering around the park like some kind of terrifying, unbalanced zombie bug, clouds of pink gas streaming from its head as it bellows "YASO-MAGATSUHI!!" in a tone that sounds either endearingly excited or downright terror-inducing. Whatever he looks like to the startled bystander, Yaso-Magatsuhi is indeed very happy - he hasn't been outside in a very long time, and has been aching for a chance to stretch his legs. He's made some friends, too! A giggling crowd of Bellossom and other Grass-type Pokemon are trailing after him, some climbing up onto him and squealing with delight at the ride around the park, all using Sweet Scent in imitation of his billows of pink gas. None of them really seem to care about any alarmed people or Pokemon nearby; they're too busy enjoying the day outside.
...But about that gas; it's spread throughout the National Park, filling the air with a faint pink haze that grows thicker the closer to the center of the park you get. It has a oddly sweet scent, but its effects may take a few minutes to kick in if you're not right up in Yaso-Magatsuhi's face.
The effect is a little different on everyone, but in general, breathing it in makes you feel...good. Giddy, even. Maybe dizzy. Definitely more easily amused. And probably a little silly and uninhibited. It's enough to make you forget that you should get out before you do something embarrassing. The local Pokemon seem pleasantly dazed, too. Since it's in the open air and not in an enclosed space, you won't pass out...but that might not be a good thing, especially since you'll probably remember whatever you did while high as balls. (Excepting whatever memory loss happens by the event end, but the gas is not responsible for that.)
This video better illustrates the gas' effect and Yaso-Magatsuhi's appearance. No plot spoilers for Shin Megami Tensei IV as long as you stop the video when the player character blacks out.
Not knowing what he was getting himself into, Walter had charged into the National Park intending to dispatch a demon...but now he's seated on a bench, almost sprawling for the carefree way his arms are thrown over the back and he looks about to fall off. The bench isn't too far into the cloud of gas, but he's been in the park long enough to have gotten an elephant's dose of the stuff, so by now he's just...sitting there and kind of giggling to himself.
Well then.]
[[GIMME ALL YO' THREADS but I also thought Yaso-Magatsuhi might be fun for people who don't want to tag Walter specifically, too SO FEEL FREE TO HAVE OTHER THREADS IN HERE IF YOU WANT. I could have made a Y-M account and tagged to the big log but ehhh, effort. And anyone who gets close enough to him to be able to interact with him is probably going to be too happy-gassed to care anyways, so!
HAVE FUN, FRIENDS]]
This is a catchall - pick a place, any place, and Walter can be there.
...but on the 25th, he's landed himself in a little bit of a pickle.
Around midday, the National Park north of Goldenrod finds itself...plagued. Something that is decidedly not a Pokemon has appeared in the park - something that resembles a giant, grotesque head, its flesh torn away on the left side of its face and an odd, bony protrusion spewing a pinkish gas from the diseased-looking creature's cranium. Its body underneath the head is a pulpy red mess that it carries on a litter, fleshy hands bearing up its own weight by the handles and spindly legs hanging over the edges to propel itself totteringly along. (This is a picture, but it's kind of freaky-looking so if you get squicked by zombie-ish stuff you may not want to click. I'd say it's only a little grosser than Attack on Titan-type stuff, but it does have...a bit of a startling quality to it, so I made it smallish and linked to the imgur display page instead of the whole image.)
It's hard to tell, the monstrosity's expression frozen as it is, but it seems...happy, actually. It's skittering around the park like some kind of terrifying, unbalanced zombie bug, clouds of pink gas streaming from its head as it bellows "YASO-MAGATSUHI!!" in a tone that sounds either endearingly excited or downright terror-inducing. Whatever he looks like to the startled bystander, Yaso-Magatsuhi is indeed very happy - he hasn't been outside in a very long time, and has been aching for a chance to stretch his legs. He's made some friends, too! A giggling crowd of Bellossom and other Grass-type Pokemon are trailing after him, some climbing up onto him and squealing with delight at the ride around the park, all using Sweet Scent in imitation of his billows of pink gas. None of them really seem to care about any alarmed people or Pokemon nearby; they're too busy enjoying the day outside.
...But about that gas; it's spread throughout the National Park, filling the air with a faint pink haze that grows thicker the closer to the center of the park you get. It has a oddly sweet scent, but its effects may take a few minutes to kick in if you're not right up in Yaso-Magatsuhi's face.
The effect is a little different on everyone, but in general, breathing it in makes you feel...good. Giddy, even. Maybe dizzy. Definitely more easily amused. And probably a little silly and uninhibited. It's enough to make you forget that you should get out before you do something embarrassing. The local Pokemon seem pleasantly dazed, too. Since it's in the open air and not in an enclosed space, you won't pass out...but that might not be a good thing, especially since you'll probably remember whatever you did while high as balls. (Excepting whatever memory loss happens by the event end, but the gas is not responsible for that.)
This video better illustrates the gas' effect and Yaso-Magatsuhi's appearance. No plot spoilers for Shin Megami Tensei IV as long as you stop the video when the player character blacks out.
Not knowing what he was getting himself into, Walter had charged into the National Park intending to dispatch a demon...but now he's seated on a bench, almost sprawling for the carefree way his arms are thrown over the back and he looks about to fall off. The bench isn't too far into the cloud of gas, but he's been in the park long enough to have gotten an elephant's dose of the stuff, so by now he's just...sitting there and kind of giggling to himself.
Well then.]
[[GIMME ALL YO' THREADS but I also thought Yaso-Magatsuhi might be fun for people who don't want to tag Walter specifically, too SO FEEL FREE TO HAVE OTHER THREADS IN HERE IF YOU WANT. I could have made a Y-M account and tagged to the big log but ehhh, effort. And anyone who gets close enough to him to be able to interact with him is probably going to be too happy-gassed to care anyways, so!
HAVE FUN, FRIENDS]]
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That's right, this odd newcomer who seems to be flopping in the spot next to Walter's in a daze. Oops?
Though if she's not there, then she's probably somewhere nearby, dangling off another bench. Or from a tree branch, because what is inhibitions--]
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Walter isn't sure when the person next to him showed up, but hey who cares. He stares at her for a moment before breaking into a massive grin, trying not to chuckle.]
H-hoy! [He sounds perpetually amazed under Y-M's influence, like he's just been imparted with some incredible revelation and is still reeling from it. He lurches forward to wave and ends up jumping to his feet, looking a little unsteady in a giddy way.] Hoy, I didn't see you there! What are you - what are you doing?
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Said answer is this girl multiplied by 100, then condensed into a single person.]
J--Just tumbling around, having a ball~ Y--You?
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He can't talk until he's caught his breath, and once he has, he doesn't remember what he was going to say to begin with, so he just stands there for a moment, breathing and letting his mind wander. Once it lands on something, he starts talker, slower and sounding calmer but still amazed.]
I think... [pause.] ...I think...haha, I'm thinking about appearing. Like you did. [He almost sounds lucid, except that he's talking nonsense.] I want you to teach me how.
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Someone stop her before she eats all of the shrubbery in the national park.]
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There's no map data on this location, which is troubling, but Flynn just tackles it like he tackles every new location, map data or not: head-on, dispatching any enemies in his way, sword in hand and demons (and Burroughs!) in tow in his Gauntlet. (...The demons around here seem much...friendlier, but he can't let down his guard.) Or maybe it's just that sweet-smelling gas that's getting to him...
"I'll register that as a new quest."
But he charges forward, deeper into the center of the park and even deeper into trouble he doesn't know about yet. Oh boy. It's not until he spots blue attire (Samurai attire, familiar attire) that he speeds up, because if it's who he thinks he is-]
Walter?
[He's gonna need one hell of an explanation for why he's sprawling on a bench, high as a kite.]
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Yeah. That's me. [....shit. WAIT. FLYNN. FLYNN WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN. Walter picks his head up and leans forward, nearly overbalancing and dumping himself on the ground.]
...Flynn! Hoy, Flynn! [He jumps up and rushes up to his friend, attempting a shoulderpat that turns into a messy flail in the general direction of Flynn's shoulder. Walter doesn't seem to realize or care. The sentiment he immediately tries to express is "It's been ages, it's great to see you, this place is amazing, the food is great", but what comes out is a long silence as Walter's grin widens, and then:] ...You can have my fox.
[????????]
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...Since when have you had a fox?
[...But it looks like the sweet smelling gas is affecting the silent protag too, because he pauses for a few moments, looking at his Gauntlet in Deep Contemplation, and actually cracks a smile in return, nodding in a completely understanding way.]
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>Glare back.
...>Glare back.]
I understand. I won't eat the...not a fish.
[Fox, Flynn. It's called a fox.]
...Do you like fish?
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...Then he begins to giggle a little, letting go of Flynn and walking back over to sit on the bench.]
I-it's a humorous thing. [He doesn't quite get to the part where he explains what's so humorous, though, because he gets stuck in a fit of giggles and by the time he's resurfaced from it his mind has continued onto the next logical topic. Fish -> fisherman's son -> Casualry -> no traveling -> lots of traveling -> Goldenrod City -> hey life is awesome. His voice goes down to a slow, too-calm tone that almost sounds lucid.] I'm going to stay in this world. I should tell everyone. [Starting with, of course:] I'll not go back, brother! [..voice rising back up to a half-laugh.]
dw stop eating my icons
But Walter...
[And for a second, it's almost as if he's back jokingly "arguing" with Issachar, playing the part of the annoying little brother to the older, responsible, more knowledgeable one, putting on an unimpressed stare, but obviously in jest. Of course, being the "leader" of their ragtag group of Samurai, the news should come as much more dire and startling, but thanks to Yaso-Magatsuhi...]
...I'd wager that you just don't know how to return.
idk what you're talking about, the icon is still the default
yeah it keeps changing it to the default even if i choose another one
All right. I believe in you, Walter...you and your fish. Lead the way.
[It's still not a fish, Flynn.]
...huh
Until he passes out about a minute later. Muriel the Drapion thinks this is QUITE ENOUGH OF THAT ALREADY, lets herself out of her Pokeball, scoops up the two Samurai, and scuttles out of the park as fast as her scorpion legs can take her, until the pink haze has faded from the air. She's feeling a little woozy herself now, but she keeps going, straight through the southern guardhouse before setting them both down on the grass beside the road.
...She could use a breather, too. She'll just. sit down. And wait for these dumbos to wake up.]
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...Unfortunately, Flynn will be waking up after Walter does. It's a protag thing, always having to be woken by someone else, whether it be Walter (and/or Jonathan) in the barracks, Jonathan somewhere else, or Issachar, ready to head off to the Gauntlet rite. Maybe if he stopped having weird dreams of silhouettes and burning Tokyos and deserts, he'd need less rest.]
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Walter wakes up eventually, feeling like someone's punched him in the brain - but not hard enough, since he actually remembers most of what just happened.
He lies there for a moment, letting it wash over him with a sense of growing horror.
Muriel snaps him out of it with a worried grunt. Walter waves off the Drapion's concern, which doesn't entirely reassure her but convinces her to return to her Pokeball. With that done...]
Hoy. Hoy, Flynn. [LET ME SING YOU THE SONG OF YOUR PEOPLE. That song is "hoy". Wake your sad ass up already.]
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...Hoy yourself, Walter.
[But he says it with a small smile, because out of all the Samurai, Walter is the one he can probably relate to the most, with their shared Casualry roots, and having a familiar companion waking you up does wonders for one's anxiety in a new land. Flynn gets up on his feet, albeit a little lazily due to the gas and the sensation of brain-punching (he's gotta work on that, a demon could've killed him by now if he isn't quick to get to his feet and blade), but he stares at Walter when he's up and ready. Stares at the surroundings. Stares back at Walter. Remembers the whole debacle with the gas and the Drapion and the giggling. Contemplates life choices.
...]
...Have you any idea what just happened?
[Because he doesn't. He really, really doesn't, and the sad thing is that he's gotten used to that particular feeling of "what in YHVH's name is going on in here."]
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...Closes mouth.]
Er. [Flynn stop looking at me like that.
Walter has to piece this together - okay, he went in there because he'd seen a demon, but then he'd...started feeling odd. Flynn arrived (holy shit), and then...then he passed out? And now they're here.]
Not...not the faintest.
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[He brings a hand to his ponytail, lightly and absentmindedly wrapping it around a finger as he does when he's thinking. A tic of his. It's not an uncommon sight either, given how he's much more contemplative than talkative.]
...The last sight I recall was a strange, purple demon carrying us. 'Twas fortunate we were unharmed.
[Nope, he's still not sure what Pokemon are, much less what a Drapion is.]
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That was no demon. It's a creature I've tamed-
[And then it hits him - really hits him, in sobriety this time, that Flynn's here. In Johto. He beams suddenly.]
Flynn, you'll not believe what I have to tell you - I know where we are, I've not seen you in months - and before you say it, I have my wits about me for this!
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...Months? How is that possible?
[
Alternate timeline shenanigans between Jonathan and Walter haven't even happened yet!He looks Walter, then at his Gauntlet, hoping for Burroughs to explain. Somehow. Burroughs knows things, right? Most things."...I don't think I can field this one, Master Flynn."]
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I couldn't tell you - I simply woke up here one day. I've been in this land all this time, traveling from place to place...Flynn, this is a land of the Unclean Ones - or of the people of Tokyo, though it's not Tokyo, it's "Johto" - [Walter realizes abruptly how animated he's getting and laughs at himself, shaking his head.] Listen to me, going on like this. But...oh, damn you, come along and I'll show you! You'll scarcely believe your eyes!
[He all but leaps to his feet, grabbing Flynn by his upper arm and hauling him up too. They can't make it to Goldenrod in only a day (or so he thinks), but if they go a ways...they should at least be able to see the city at a distance. The city, in all its splendor beneath the sun.]
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That's fine with me. Lead the way.
[Just not when Decisions Time happens. (Every time is Decisions Time, but let's not bring that up right now.) Flynn can hardly argue against a first-hand tour; he's a person who prefers doing things more than speaking about things, and when actions speak louder than words, his actions certainly speak the loudest, far more than any of them at this point will know.]
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He shows off his Vulpix by way of explanation (it is indeed a fox - also, he named it Kuda), then his lazy Volcarona, and by then they're coming over the hill that Walter has in mind. He returns both of the Pokemon to their balls and runs ahead of Flynn, pointing out and grinning back at his friend before sitting down on the ledge and waiting for Flynn to get an eyeful of Goldenrod City.]
There it is. Isn't it astounding? [He plants his hands on his knees and turns himself towards the city, looking at it himself.] ...This is what their country is meant to look like.
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Flynn looks beyond, and simply stares for a few moments, taking it in. The buildings are tall, just like Tokyo's, but instead of being large tombstones like Tokyo's, they were...livelier. Livable. Well-made and not falling apart at the seams. The land of the Unclean Ones didn't seem so...unclean in this way.]
Meant to look like...
[A Tokyo with a brighter future (or past). From his experiences in Tokyo, it didn't take much for him to sympathize with them and their plight, despite the cultural difference between them and their party.]
...It's so different. I wonder why.
[...Yes, that much was obvious, Flynn. But the mystery of the Firmament and Tokyo is still just that: a mystery.]