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I prod the Snorlax lightly anyway with a paw, apologetically. I always kind of wanted to do that, and I couldn't afford the plush one. "Pretty sure we're all awake, yes, or one of us has the best imagination ever. And yeah, that was a pun."
"I don't know what he's going on about, having four feet is actually pretty cool. I feel way more stable."
The jewel on my forehead appears to light up. "Good point...I can't seem to remember myself. All I remember are a couple of initials, and I'm not kidding, 'OC'. Seriously. Just call me Osie, I guess."
"I also don't feel like revealing my gender, then, since you don't know me. Hah."
Alright, that's Finley, Osie, Weird Guy... Hey, mind if I call you Guy? Anyhow...
*I fold my arms, trying to look as imposing as possible despite my diminutive stature, and my wings begin to flutter.*
I have gone by many names in my time. Rickard Azure, Chiharu the Godslayer, Raymond the Scarlet, though my personally favored epithet is Caliburn.
*I begin to lift off the ground, not noticing as I'm too lost in my pretentious introduction.*
However, for simplicity's sake, I'll settle for something less formal. To you, I shall be known as... PJ.
*I say that last word in a deliberately anticlimactic way as a joke. I then realize that I began flying during my monologue.*
Oh, hey! I'm off the ground! Huh, guess these wings do work!
"O-oh, we are sharing names?! Well, lots of people know me as Light, kinda a nickname of mine. So you all can call me that!" *Pushes what I have as a body forward, starting to get the hang of how to move*
"My name's Hamza, but just call me Cyber."
Thinks. Then does a shrugging motion, as best one can without shoulders.
"I don't have a preferred moniker. I suppose I'll just go by Beldum."
I tip my body forward.
"May we all work well together."
"I suppose Guy would be a good nickname for my name, sure. And I don't see why not." I get up slowly and cautiously, using a tree as support.
"My name was Connor, but... uhh..."
"I mean, a Watch Dogs character's name is kinda fitting, you know. Cuz Porygon-Z. And you were right about how The Mind Is a Plaything of the Body. I adapted way too quickly."
edited 5th Apr '17 7:41:28 PM by chianticat10
"I'm actually a little surprised you're not more disoriented being raw data. I mean, not as surprised as I would be normally, but...eh." I give the best quadrupedal shrug possible.
"But hey! You can fly! If you do go on look out, uh, be careful not to get eaten by any Bird Pokemon, I guess. I don't know if it's like...only we can talk and all the hostile Pokemon are feral or some other cartoon thing, but still. Circle of life and all that." I brush my whiskers idly.
I suddenly stop with a dead look in my eyes, contemplating that I'm officially in a "kill or be killed" world.
"U-UHH! Let's do an ally system! You know... l-like a buddy system so we'll never be alone!"
"Alright. I'd like someone to help me feel my way around until I get used to not being able to see anywhere I'm going."
"G-good idea Finley. This whole thing could be so frightening..." *Accidently zaps Finley with static electricity, backs away* "Oh no! I'm so sorry! Guess I do that when I'm anxious..."
"Not a bad idea. Too bad we don't have phones, but hey, I guess we're lucky to be talking at all. I'm probably pretty fast...hmm..."
For I have known them all already, known them all— 50 Have the evenings, morning, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons; I know the voices dying with a dying fall5 Beneath the music from a farther room. So how should I—wait, where the hell's my book? Or the rest of my room for that matter...
Okay, hold up, when did my hands get so...small and...three-fingered with stripes going down the arms and—holy crap, a tail with...paint coming from it and...floppy ears and—
Holy shit, I'm a Smeargle. Why am I a Smeargle? And why are there a whole gaggle of other Pokémon around me? I just needed to read some poetry, damn it...
"GYAAH!! Did you just...?!" I jump back, shocked by the sudden volt.
"Anyway, teams! I suggest we don't do that now, maybe explore a bit and get to know each other first."
edited 5th Apr '17 8:05:24 PM by BaconZorp
I float until I'm alongside Guy.
"I believe I could assist with your navigation. My body is extremely tough now, so I'm less at risk if you accidentally bump or step on me."
So there's also Cyber, Light, Connor, and Beldum. Gotta admit, that last one seems kinda plain. Mind if I call you, say, Ringabel? Just so I don't get you mixed up for any other Beldum?
*I look back at my fluttering wings keeping my aloft, giddy with excitement over my newfound flight capabilities.*
Hot damn, this is actually easy once I get a good rhythm going! Never going back to walking after this!
*I turn my attention back to the group.*
So, we teaming up now? I can dig. Ribombee are fragile, I don't feel like risking it alone out here in I-Dunno-Where-We-Are.
"Thank you, Beldum. At least I know what you are." I smile just a little bit while trying to ignore my growling stomach.
"We could all move as a group sticking close together," I suggest, cautiously, tracing a path in the dirt with one claw. "At first, I mean, until we get an idea where we are."
"Oh. And I'm a Persian, if that helps," I add to Guy, nodding..."Looks like our new friend here is a Smeargle."
"I'm a Fennekin... I guess. This is gonna be tough to get used to..."
I woke up groggy as hell a few minutes ago. It didn't take me long to look myself in the mirror to find my body completely different. Trying to stay calm, I tell myself this is only another bizarre nightmare. My mind a confused haze, I awkwardly float in, intruding on the group.
"...oh, others. This isn't a dream, right?"
I merely look at Finley in empathy "I-I uh, I am sssss-o sorry! Pu-please forgive me! I guess that I can really hurt peo- or wait, Poke-, you all in this form..." Lightly frowns
Stare at PJ.
"I... wouldn't outright object to it, I suppose."
Look back at everyone.
"There is also PJ the Ribombee, Light the Rotom, Cyber the Gardevoir, and Wrench the Porygon-Z, alongside a Cyndaquil and a Charizard, the latter of whom is currently flying above us."
"...And a Mismagius, who has just floated over."
edited 5th Apr '17 8:20:53 PM by whizzerd
Okay, so it looks like I'll be contending with a Snorlax, a Delphox...no, a...a fennec Pokémon—the name escapes me—a Persian (who looks as if it...they just noticed me), a...butterfly...
Y'know what, it shouldn't matter what they are, they're probably stuck in the same siteeashun as me, all things considering. Poetry be damned, I'm probably gonna have to get used to this, and the least I could do is acquaint myself with those who've found themselves, I believe, in the same predicament.
I approach you all.
"Um...hello." I wave hesitantly, a nervous heat welling up along the back of my head. If I could sweat, I would, but instead, I awkwardly pant, which only serves to make me more unnerved.
edited 5th Apr '17 8:20:14 PM by BlackMageAnolis
Newcomers, huh? You guys in the same boat we are? Which is to say, uh, former humans?
*My eyes shift around somewhat nervously.*
That doesn't sound weird, does it?
I look around, try to take in everyone and their forms. They all seem familiar... but I can't quite put my finger on it. I turn my attention to the floating flashlight thing. "What's a Misamgius?"
Just then my attention turns towards the tiny insect. "Former humans? Ok, so... I guess this isn't a dream. Huh."
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