Because Apparently it's ATP Weekend...

[these_guys]

TEST DRIVE MEME


➞ Post with a character you wish to test drive in this game's setting.
➞ Tag other people's starters and thread out shenanigans!
➞ Invite your friends! Try out new characters! Come play with us!
➞ Have fun!


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Also, for the purposes of ENABLING, here's our gamewide comment on ATP!


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FIND IT HERE
CUTOFF FOR ADDING CHARACTER WANT ADS TO THE GDOC IS:
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Comments

[envy_the_sinners]

FFFUUUUU HE IS SO NOT A DOG PERSON.

Scar snarled as the Growlithe bombarded him with dog kisses. He tried clumsily to push the beast away, it was proving difficult. This was the biggest damn Growlithe he'd ever seen!

"Get off-" He turned his gaze briefly down the road to see Skitty stopping, literally, to smell the flowers.

[foolishwren]

Cujo was like the dog equivalent of that old myth about goldfish growing to fit their space. He'd been mistaken for a very small Arcanine on more than one occasion.

Scar's struggling only seemed to encourage him.

Ponylike tail whipping back and forth, Cujo wriggled with pure excitement and continued to bathe Scar's face with a tongue that seemed too giant and sloppy to even be able to fit inside his mouth.

But never fear, rescue was at hand.

"CUJO! Cujo, what the HELL, leave that poor guy alone!"

A pair of scrawny freckled arms clamped around the Growlithe's neck and hauled him backwards.

[envy_the_sinners]

SAVIOR!

"About time- Is he your-" Scar's tone was furious, but he cut himself off when he noticed the young woman. In her teens, maybe? She was a twig, how'd she managed to get the damn thing off him?

"Keep a better eye on him."

[foolishwren]

It was a mystery.

As was the way she managed to actually LIFT THE DAMN THING UP like an incredibly oversized baby, stumbling backwards a little bit under the dog's obvious girth. With Cujo more or less overflowing out of her arms, about all that was visible of the girl's head was her shaggy blond hair-- which ironically matched the Growlithe's mane.

"He kinda-- nrrgh, kinda has a will of his own. Are you okay?"

[envy_the_sinners]

"I'm fine," he said, still grouchy that he had been conquered by the Growlithe that this girl was now cradling like a child.

"Maybe it's time he stopped acting like a lapdog." Like that was ever going to happen. In Scar's relatively brief time 'training' these chimera-like creatures, he knew that the golden rule of Pokémon was that the little ones thought they were big and the big ones thought they were little. Especially the dogs.

But where was Skitty? Still smelling the flowers, it seemed. Good.

[foolishwren]

"Uh-- yeah, that's probably not gonna happen."

Cujo would go to the grave believing he was a lap dog. Even if he evolved and became the size of an SUV.

She wobbled backwards and shifted the dog's weight until she could at least peek at Scar over the mass of cream-colored fluff that was Cujo's belly.

"He's sorry. ... Well no, he's totally not, but I'm apologizing for him. Okay?"

[envy_the_sinners]

Scar stood in silence for a moment, watching the girl with a disapproving glare. Really, they handed these creatures out to ten year olds? He had just been to say that it was fine when Skitty came trotting back, carrying a flower in her mouth. She stopped at Heather's feet and dropped it onto the ground, as if offering a gift. Scar simply rolled his eyes and reached down to pick up the tiny pink Pokémon.

The contrast of trainers here was probably hilarious to anyone watching.

[foolishwren]

EXCUSE U HEATHER IS LIKE TWENTY-ONE.

An awkward silence ensued as they just sort of stared each other down, broken only by the sound of Cujo stolidly licking the side of Heather's head over and over. As though this wasn't happening, Heather's eyes flicked down to the tiny pink creature when he came over to deliver the flower.

She nodded.

"That your starter?"

[envy_the_sinners]

TEN, TWNETY-ONE, YOU'RE ALL WHIPPERSNAPPERS.

The brute was immune to awkward silences. Sorry, Heather. He glanced down to Skitty.

"No. I got her as an egg." For someone who otherwise gave off a horribly brooding aura, Scar looked at the cat-like Pokémon with a rare sort of fondness.