Heads up, my posting might be less consistent for a while. As long as Jeri's not doing anything super important, you may skip past my turn if you're all waiting on me.
Zanavy Member
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1. I'm in school to become a physical therapist assistant!
2. I will quit any roleplay that has been inactive IC for one month for any reason. I've been in too many Schrodinger's RP's and I'm not doing that anymore.
2. I will quit any roleplay that has been inactive IC for one month for any reason. I've been in too many Schrodinger's RP's and I'm not doing that anymore.
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Jeri
Jeri uncurled just a bit to shoot a glare at Lance. What a jerk! Being all Negative Nancy about her contribution without lifting a finger of his own to provide any SOLUTIONS to all the problems he pointed out.
The Dunsparce tried to quell her rage enough to listen to Nathan's explanations. This 'alternate dimension' Pokémon sounded like another candidate for the scumbag who brought them all here. There was no way Jeri would be able to keep track of all the little details the Seedot provided -- but in a way, it was comforting to know somebody knew that much about their suddenly real video game.
"Well, you're doin' alright for now," Jeri addressed Nathan. "Ya know more than me, at least." The Dunsparce looked at him and chuckled wryly. "Good thing we're not in MY video game of expertise, or else we'd be shot at by now."
Jeri warily watched Celina take a bite of the brown carrots. It was utterly foolish to eat unknown plants if you were nowhere near starvation. But the blue bird said something about healing from poison, and Jeri figured she should take people's word for it about these Pokémon powers. She wondered if the plants would actually be more valuable as tinder than food, though.
Ty Westgrove
Mesalon Pokecenter
Ty's brows raised as the women talked about some 'incident' that seemed like it involved injuries, or at least threat of injuries. A mysterious theft, and now a dangerous action-packed scene? It sounded like Ty had found himself in the middle of a tv crime drama. As the police walked in and began speaking with the tall brown-clad woman, Ty found it hard to resist listening in. It was like watching a train wreck... deep down, he felt that it was rude to butt in on these strangers' disaster... but it was such an intriguing break from mundane life, he couldn't help himself.
"Ty Westgrove," a nurse announced from the back. "Your Pokémon are ready."
The punk trainer let out a small sigh, glad for the external reason to pry himself away from the true crime documentary.
"See ya?" Ty briefly addressed Sophia in a tone halfway between a statement and a question. He took a few steps toward the counter and then stopped in his tracks, remembering something. He briefly scanned the area and found what he was looking for: Medic the Igglybuff, gazing at the Honedge with a fearful curiosity. She sang under her breath, making up a song about the strange thing that might be a Pokémon.
"It's fine, Med," Ty sighed as he picked up the plush Pokémon. "It has a trainer. She won't let it hurt you."
Ty thanked the nurse as he picked up the pokeballs of his Scyther and Timburr and arranged a room for the night. He glanced back at his new acquaintances one last time... and the feelings of devilish curiosity came flooding back. Dang it. If he went to his room now, he'd have nothing but more time to stay awake imagining a series of outlandish situations these trainers might have gone through. Ty decided it wouldn't hurt to ask if Sophia was okay with telling him about their sick story... for the sake of his sleep quality.
"It's okay if you don't wanna talk about it," Ty addressed Sophia, vainly attempting to sound unexcited. "But what was that 'incident'? Did you and your Pokémon epically escape something dangerous? Y'know... if there's something dangerous on the road, it's best for people to know before they leave the city."
@LuckyBlackCat @DuskSong
Jeri
Once the acorn stopped having his nervous breakdown, he was able to provide at least enough new information to satisfy Jeri for the moment. "Arceus…" the Dunsparce mumbled grimly, trying to commit the name to memory. "So like, a Pokémon god? Great. Perfect. How the hell are we supposed to get back to our own world if fricking GOD brought us here?!"
Jeri angrily thumped her spade-like tail against the ground, then winced as she suddenly realized she had a tail and it could feel pain. She had to do something, ANYTHING remotely productive to deal with this pent up frustration.
While the others seemed fascinated by some yellow stuff in the wall, Jeri figured it must be up to her to tend to the fire. The bee-snake shivered as she poked her head just outside the cave to look for more sticks. She couldn't find any in the immediate vicinity, but she did find some scraggly mud-covered roots.
Jeri sighed grumpily, braced herself, and began to pull at the roots with her mouth. Jeri wasn't sure what kind of food Dunsparce ate, but judging by the disgusting earthy taste in her mouth, she felt certain it wasn't dirt. She had a little trouble trying to pull backwards with her snake-like body, but eventually she had more luck hacking at the roots with her spikes... on her chin?... WHY would anything ever have spikes on its chin??
Jeri slithered back with a few roots and placed them near the fire. They should be dry and useable in a few minutes. She curled up close to the flames with a bit of a smug smirk. Looks like the limbless one was tough enough to provide for everyone.
"So does Pokémon just have one god, or are there others? Or a Pokémon devil? If you're right and a god brought us here, maybe we could make a deal with one of his enemies to get us out. Not saying I'm about to make a deal with the devil, but... just wanna know our options."
Jeri
Jeri's attempt to stretch up her body as a living windblock was hard to maintain, kind of like holding a plank. She relaxed her form, deciding to try and tense up again as soon as a particularly strong gust threatened the fire. Perhaps her attempts to shelter the fire weren't doing much, after all... but it helped her to at least feel like she could do something about her situation.
"I'm Jeri," the Dunsparce responded. "And I dunno about you all, but I have a life back home that I'd really like to get back to." Jeri let out a defeated huff, some of her spitfire fading as the misery of their collective situation began to sink in. "I'm gonna get screwed over on that scholarship cuz I'm busy being a FRICKING Dorkémon."
Jeri frowned as she looked around at the other three who had stayed in the cave. By this time, she still believed she was probably kidnapped... but not by any of these Pokémon. She worried about what kind of being could've transformed them into Pokémon... it might be something powerful. Though Jeri felt eager to use her superpowers to paralyze any lowlife who tried to threaten them, she wasn't too keen on getting Hyper Beamed by a creature with the power to drag people into a different world without them noticing.
"Hey, does this ring a bell to any of you?" the Dunsparce asked. "I'm good at survival, but I'm not a Pokémon expert. Is there some sort of Pokémon that's known for changing people's species and taking them to other planets?"
Ty Westgrove
Mesalon Pokecenter
Ty smiled as Sophia appeared gain a spark of energy while she talked about her ambitions. If these two trainers were willing to wait for him to try for his gym badge, they might be fun to travel with for a little while.
"I might just have to-"
Before Ty could finish his statement, another group entered, and the focus shifted to them. The blond tilted his head a bit when he heard about crime happening in Mesalon.
"Actually, there's not a lot of crime in Mesalon City," Ty commented. "We're pretty chill for the most part... err... not that that detracts from how bad it is that it happened to you." The trainer suddenly realized that all these people knew each other, and he might've awkwardly butted in on a private matter. He unconsciously fiddled with his eyebrow piercing."Uhh, I- I can leave."
@LuckyBlackCat@fer1323@OtomostheCrazy@Dusksong
Jeri
Jeri shook her head as she watched the three Pokémon leave but made no further move to stop them. If they were so eager to get themselves hurt, that was their choice. It was worrying that Trevor left, though... the one person who seemed to actually know what they all were.
"Well, I can agree with one thing they said," the Dunsparce admitted. "We gotta keep this fire going. Especially if we have some freezing reptiles coming back here in a few minutes."
Jeri repositioned herself closer to the mouth of the cave and rolled onto her side. She tried to stretch out her flat body to serve as a barrier against any gusts of wet wind that could threaten the flames. She grumbled as drops of cool rain occasionally reached her, but she dared not move closer to the fire, lest a breeze carry her into the flames like a wind-swept umbrella.
"Hey, grass guy," the Dunsparce called out. "Does that mean you're good with plant stuff? If you're done trying to give yourself brain damage, could ya maybe look for some more wood?"
Jeri
Jeri listened to Trevor's explanation, still having trouble believing any of it. They had become... fictional creatures? This kind of thing only happened in retarded fanfiction. Or dreams. Or drug trips. Jeri couldn't be sure which she was in, but she might as well try to soak in any information that could be useful.
Now that the dinosaur mentioned that they were Pokémon, she did recognize him as a Charmander. He looked a little different than she remembered, but she figured her memory must be off. After all, she had only played Pokémon Go for like, four days. None of the other Pokémon looked familiar to her, including her own... Dunspart, was it?
The bee-snake focused on remembering her attributes, according to the Charmander. She was a normal type, and ghosts couldn't harm her. Her abilities presented a small silver lining in this terrible situation. It seemed her species was made to slow and subdue enemies... familiar and pleasing tactics for the wrestler and rugby player. The Dunsparce had no idea how her floppy serpent form was supposed to accomplish such feats, though. A mental image came to her mind of glomping onto something's face like a living pillow until it suffocated.
The chilling sound of the larger snake's voice snapped Jeri backed to reality. It sounded like some of these idiots were planning to go out into the storm.
"Wait a minute," the Dunsparce remarked, "you're going out in the storm?"
Jeri scoffed as she inched a little closer to the group. She slightly raised her upper body in her best attempt at an authoritative stance.
"You all must be stupid types. I've been on week-long camping trips, and I know a few hours without food won't kill us. Unless a big dragon or something comes in here, wind and lightning are our biggest dangers. Storms don't last forever... and even if this place has a weird storm that does, it's still best to calm your butts and see what happens in a few hours."
With that, Jeri curled up near the fire. Her place was here.
Jeri
Jeri stopped shouting long enough to hear what the dinosaur guy had to say. Fortunately, some of her rage was diverted into confusion. They were... not on Earth? Was she supposed to believe these people were, like, aliens?
The Dunsparce sneered at Trevor as he turned around and headed back to the fire. When all the strange creatures seemed distracted by their own conversations, she saw her chance to try to wriggle out of her bonds. That's when Jeri realized... her body wasn't inside a misshapen sack, after all... her body WAS the misshapen sack!
"Wha--NOO!"
Jeri let out an astonished yell and jerked up, causing her to flop over onto her back. She just laid there limp for a few seconds, hyperventilating, her mind shorting out as it attempted to process something that no person should ever have to process. Then she gritted her teeth and put all of her furious energy into the monumental task of flipping herself right-side-up.
By the time she managed that, a few of her kidnappers/fellow captives (she couldn't be sure which) were talking by a growing fire. As much as she distrusted these people... things?... the damp cave felt pretty cold. Jeri grumbled curses as she awkwardly attempted to slither toward the fire. It was a pathetic fail for a minute, but the Dunsparce eventually discovered that she moved better if she scrunched up and down, something closer to the movement of an inchworm than a snake.
Jeri crawled just close enough to stop shivering and stopped, eyeing the other creatures suspiciously. She saw a bird try to fly, talking about 'getting used to this body.' So... at least the bird had befallen the same strange fate as Jeri? Then Edward Scissorhands spoke with the lizard as if he knew more about their situation.
"Yeah, if you know anything, you gotta tell us!" Jeri addressed Trevor. Her voice still had an acrid tone, but it wasn't too loud... for the moment. "Who are these aliens? How we gonna beat them and demand our bodies back?"
Jeri
A persistent snore near the back of the cave ended with an abrupt snort, followed by incoherent muttering. Jeri's alarm clock wasn't going off... she must've woken up early. What an annoying start to her big day.
Jeri tried to roll over and go back to sleep, but her breath caught as she discovered that she couldn't move her arms and legs. She couldn't even feel them. It felt like her body was tied up in a lumpy... burlap sack....
The Dunsparce's heart began to race as she realized the truth. Obviously, she had been drugged and kidnapped.
Jeri cautiously peeked open one eye, trying to continue feigning sleep so she might keep the element of surprise against her kidnappers. She appeared to be inside a dark, damp, creepy cave. That wasn't too unusual, given the circumstances. What was unusual was the appearances of her captors, all scheming in a circle. Some guy wearing a derpy dinosaur costume... some football-looking dude... A GIANT FRICKING SNAKE (must be part of some satanic ritual) and... a ghost?
Good lord, what kind of drug WAS this?
In situations like these, Jeri had learned that it was best to try to stay calm.
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"LET ME THE HELL OUTTA HERE, YOU SCUMBAGS!" the Dunsparce bellowed, an unexpectedly husky voice coming from such a derpy-looking Pokémon. "When my DAD gets his hands on you, he's gonna chop you up into tiny bits and mail them to your mothers! I'M NOT GONNA SIT HERE AND BE YOUR VIRGIN SACRIFICE!!"
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