as ATP is this weekend!

[these_balls]

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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CHECK OUT ALL THE LOCATIONS WE HAVE AVAILABLE IN:

JOHTO | and | KANTO

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As usual, we've created a Google Doc so you can submit your wanted characters for a big Route game ad on this month's ATP!
FIND IT HERE
CUTOFF FOR ADDING CHARACTER WANT ADS TO THE GDOC IS:
6:30 PM, EST, ON SATURDAY, AUGUST 30!

Comments

[jeez]

You're askin' the wrong fella.

[A helpless shrug; Bill just got here and knows nothing. You could tell him that fun fact about Beautifly and he'd just look at it and go huh. He's still not sure when ducks got the ability to hold their heads and sound like the one following him around does. Or why a woman younger than him insisted she was his mother. Or...]

This thing's been followin' me around for a while now. [He jerks a thumb at the Psyduck.] I think it's supposed to be, uh... a science duck, I think? Sci-duck?

[heartspoken]

I've never heard of such a thing. And I've certainly never seen a duck that looked like that, though I suppose there's a bit of a...er, duckish look to it, still.

[She gets up, absently smoothing out her skirts, and turns to look at the Beautifly with squared shoulders, which makes the notably large insect perk up.

Perhaps its mistress is finally going to acknowledge it, after all.]

And what about you, then? Are you mine?

[SHE'S TALKING TO A BUG...]

[jeez]

Um. They don't talk.

[It seems like important information to share, since he kind of... tried...

Bill's attention finally shifts to the girl. He squints at her outfit, head tilted slightly — he supposes he looks strange out here in his uniform, but he can't help wondering what her reason for wearing clothes like that might be. Hm.]

[heartspoken]

[Bill is, in fact, correct! The Beautifly does not in fact talk, and therefore it does not respond in any sort of verbal capacity.

It does, however, fly up like some kind of batshit avenging angel and start hovering menacingly between the girl and the man with his Psyduck, beating its stained-glass wings with a vaguely warning air.]

...Why — that really is something, isn't it? It's as though it did hear me.

[...]

Perhaps if you tried asking your duck to do something...?

[jeez]

[Oh.

That's one angry bug. Bill takes a step back, considering the girl's words: Ask the duck to do something. Like what...?]

Um. Ah — Sci-duck, say hello.

[To Bill's surprise, Psyduck toddles out in front of him and calls out its nasal psy-yi-yi greeting. Which is not anything like the quacks Bill is used to, but he's given up on anything here being like "what he's used to."]