bottlecaplogs | August Catch-all

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August Catch-all

Who: Flowey & Perrin, Bigby, Akechi, Siffrin, Siffrin (again), Chara
What: Quests!! The boy's got his non-existent hands full again! (Exploration: Yellow, Carts Before Charts, Flower Showers, Play Nice)
Where: New territory beyond the middle forest; places in and around the new Outpost
When: Throughout August
Warnings: Pokemon battling (violence/injury), severe weather, Flowey's trauma (mentions of/themes of depression, depersonalization, guilt, child death, murder)

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[The plan had seemed foolproof. But this world has shown it won't bend so easily to Flowey's will.

Bigby's expertise in the Middle Forest proves useless as they find themselves in a flood basin-- and then it's as if the sky cracks open, a torrential downpour making it difficult to see beyond their immediate surroundings or even talk to one another without shouting. Only flashes of lightning illuminate the world around them. Flowey shouts over the howling wind.]

Hey, Six! You're going to have to fly us or we're going to drown!

['We' referring to those shorter in stature; namely, himself and Bigby. Courier Six would probably be fine. He half-expects the Dragonite to just fly away and abandon them to their fate, kill or be killed.

But while it would be convenient for Courier Six to fly them back over the lake that's forming... that would be giving up. And on a more practical note, the screeching winds might make flying just as difficult. And if Six accidentally drops them-- a terrible memory of battling Dondozo, losing himself to the mercy of the icy waves, flashes through his mind.]

C-come on! [Desperation enters his voice.]

[He might as well rip the bandage off eventually. Siffrin and Flowey can't avoid each other forever; they share a stupid guild, after all. To everyone's surprise, he volunteers for the Carts Before Charts quest when he hears Siffrin is already on board. If he's going to face them again, it might as well be while earning points and showing Ribombee how much of a good sport he is. ("See? I patched things up with Firepaw and Siffrin! Aren't I a peach?")]

Hey, buddy, you missed one. [From his throne atop the cart, Flowey uses a leaf to point at some salvageable wood that Siffrin missed. He never said he was going to be a complete sweetheart or anything.] Go on, fetch! I'll keep supervising the stuff we already gathered!

[Something clicks in Flowey's mind when the other Siffrin says they have no problem being the bait. "Really?" he had said. "Uh, I mean. Great!"

Right before they execute the sure-to-be flawless plan, Flowey gathers them and Akechi for a final review.]

Siffrin, remember-- [This seems to be a sticking point for Siffrin.] -- lead them toward the pit. Don't fall in. Akechi, you're our eye in the sky. Wormadam is your primary focus, but trust your gut. I'll stay back in disguise and provide backup. Any questions?

[With little guidance to go on, the former best friends have carte blanche to travel out in search of Pokemon who have 'come to their senses'. Redemption, so loosely defined. How poetic. Maybe they'll all join hands and sing kumbaya afterward.

(Oh, wait.)

The irony of Dondozo and Tatsugiri appearing and offering to ferry them isn't lost on him, either. These Pokemon nearly killed Flowey just the other month, but hey, what's a little murder among friends?

The sky is a clear, endless blue, only a few of the sun's rays peeking from behind the clouds. The fog has receded; the sky disorients him nearly just as much. Even though he knows nostalgia is pointless- neither of them are the same person, deaths and transformations aside- he can't help but remember old times. The weight of their body in his arms. The feeling of their souls in sync.]

... Golly. The Underground didn't have views like this. [He nods, especially, toward the ocean. Vast, expansive depths; waves gentle one moment and violent the next, seemingly without pattern to anything but itself. He wonders if Chara likes the ocean. He wants to ask if they've ever seen it before, but that, again, would play into fragile nostalgia. They never did like to talk about their life before falling underground, anyway.

So, instead, a simple observation. Now he's testing them, he supposes.]

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EXPLORATION: YELLOW

Carts Before Charts

Flower Showers

Play Nice