[attr="class","merkI"]


unfamiliar, he'd halt within his walk. it was all unfamiliar to him. agape, hollow hues watched as those around him gathered. some familiar faces, others not. his face, too, had been different. even his getup, for only those who were of rocket had seen his true appearance. his true outerwear, an unfamiliar attire that not even his 'other persona' could adorn.

one could call it 'gothic' if they so chose.

the last thing he remembered was reading a book cataloged by an old rocket associate. he remembered falling asleep within the process, feeling drowsy. now he was here, dressed within an unusual coat; his hair slicked backwards and an unusual cross could be found upon his forehead.

it was too dark, so for now he'd wait. allowing for those around him to light their way within the darkness. his sight maneuvering to the corner to see a young woman (@bryony ) call out a pokemon.

notes:

- walks a bit, stops.
- waits for others to call out their pokemon to light the way.
- is chill for now.

[attr="class","evantalk"]

He calls for his pokemon, tonight is a night he is restless and anxious with no reason why. They have helped him sleep before and the feeling is familiar but not theirs. He can tell. Only barely.

Eyes snap open and search his surroundings, his body and mind wake in a trained fashion. He's spent many a night in the wilds and knows the dangers of sleeping unaware. The sky above feels enticing and in moments the earth below is disturbing.

Evan is not scared, not yet, the feeling causes an uncertainty he's familiar with the wrench him into activity though something in his limbs makes hmi want to lay beneath a tree and sleep awhile longer.

He's in the tree in seconds, clambering up to low branch in a practiced motion, bare feet navigating the bark in a surprisingly calm fashion. He silences the part of his brain that wants to yell and question because first he has to find what he can't see. The actions of the others illuminate the area and he realizes his pokeballs are on the strap around his wrist where he keeps them while he sleeps. he taps one and the mimikyu is beside him in a moment.

"Copycat" she responds quickly, copying the electric terrain used by another individual, coursing through the area and the trees with another layer of sparks to amplify the light momentarily and extend the reach of the sparks.

His eyes are on the ground, on whatever was against his bare feet.

o2Nb28|v

>wakes up and climbs up a tree because thats not an okay texture
>releases mimikyu
>mimikyu uses copycat to double up the electric terrain and extend its reach from her position
>evan is on high alert

Who knew that the day would be outright exhausting?

Lars didn’t even have time to change out of his clothes when he got home that night—barely managing to angle the door open to the simple apartment he rented out in Verdanturf. No time even to kick his boots off, he just went straight for the bed and threw himself down on it, passing out as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Of course, he wasn’t prepared to wake up as soon as his exhausted self had hit the—wait a second, huh? Since when was he lying down on the ground? He thought he felt something squirming underneath his cheek. Reeling from the sheer disgust, he quickly pushes himself up and off the…dirt?

Wait, where was he?

Looking around furtively, he notices that the place is dark—well, it was dark as the effort of several other people gathered had proven to illuminate the area. Quickly searching his pockets, he takes a nervous glance to his left hand and lets out a sigh of relief—okay, the accessory’s there, that’s good—before searching out his pockets.

Hearing the clink and rattle of shrunken-down marbles, he digs around and plucks one out at random, before sending out its occupant. In a flash of red light, he’s greeted with the sight of his Ampharos, Daena. The little red bulb on the end of her tail crackles up slightly as she offers additional illumination to the area around… wow.

That was a lot of people. Some of them, he recognizes on sight. The others, he would have to dance around carefully later. Then again, the weird, ugly feeling he felt coming from the ground wouldn’t stop bothering him. It was like there was something there, and he couldn’t place whatever it was, but holy shit this was a little too spooky, even for him.

Looking up, he sees that the moon is full—but otherwise, everything else outside of the field of vision illuminated by several other Electric-types is just there. Dark. Mysterious. Unknowing.

Terrifying.



• Exhausted Lars is exhausted, passes out in what he remembers is his apartment in Verdanturf.
• Wakes up almost as quickly as his head hits the pillow, mind goes “WTAF” at the sudden scenery change.
• Searches pockets, finds six Pokéballs and sends out his Ampharos
• Makes a mental note that the ground is squirming and it’s more than disgusting. Like there’s something alive underneath. But he can’t place what it is

[attr="class","merkI"]

he never finds sleep as easy as the rest.

darkness pulls on him like a cold wind. the gentle grasp a deception for something he'd thought to be soothing. he can feel his frame falling. in this unlikely reality he jerks awake in the presence of muttering voices. their concern and bafflement whirling around him like a cage. instinctively he raises a hand to the side of his face as the dim light hits their features.

(nobody i know), he thinks, gradually standing up.

the earth feels alive. shifting and breathing in an otherworldly way. however he is still unable to make out the entirety of their surroundings and glances between people with a suspicious look in his eyes. difficult to bear holding another gaze for fear of being recognized. hopefully this was just a strange dream.

tanned fingers brush against his side. at relief that the dangling capsules were still present. at least he wasn't entirely alone.

One moment, Thomas was sitting on the recliner, enjoying a drink in a rare moment alone, and the next, exhaustion seemed to hit him like a sledgehammer. Soon, Thomas found himself picking himself up off the ground, practically jumping awake at the sudden change of surroundings. He'd look around to see other figures awakening in the dark. He'd briefly grope around his belt to find that all six of his Pokeballs were on him.

"The fuck is this!?", muttered Thomas.

As he was getting up, the feeling of something crawling along the ground would get his attention. Though he was still wearing boots, having not even had the chance to change out of his clothes, he could still feel the sensation on his hands whenever he'd touch the ground. While others would have their Pokemon attempt to shed light on the area, Thomas himself would grope around, looking for a loose branch, or anything he could potentially Thread make a quick torch for him out of it.

ONT5tErm

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tags: @tag
notes: -Thomas wakes up
-Thomas gropes around for a branch on the ground
-If successful, will send out Thread the Galvantula to coat the tip in String Shot, before attempting to ignite the silk with a light Thunder