Test Drive: May

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— TEST DRIVE: MAY —

Welcome to empatheias' test drive meme. This test drive is to help interested players test their characters in the game's environment. We've included a few prompts that incorporate specific elements of the game, though you'll find all of them have a lot of leeway for players to get as creative as necessary. Before diving in, here are a few things we'd like to remind everyone about the game in general:

• Date reminders. Reserves open 24th of April and Applications (Canon | OC) open a week later on May 1st. Apps will only be open for four days!
  
  
• OC Reminder! Just a quick reminder that original characters are allowed. Those interested can also use the test drive. OCs do not need to be reserved.
  
  
• Emotions are key! Empatheias' premise focuses on how anyone's emotions can affect their environment, be it big or small. While not every emotion will cause a reaction, significant ones definitely will. How much effect a character will have will ultimately be up to you, the player. Also, while we're giving a lot of leeway for the test drive, keep in mind that there will be some limits in the actual game.
  
  
• Everyone has an amulet. All characters have a unique amulet that is specialized for them. It will contain all of their emotion drops and it serves as the network device. Remember, communication is telepathic. Otherwise, it works basically the same.
  
  
• Assume the character is already in the game. Because "OMG WHERE AM I IS THIS REAL LIFE" threads aren't going to be very helpful in this test drive! Plus, those are going to happen in-game, anyway. So to make things easier, just assume that they've been around at least a week or so. Still learning the ropes, but not a complete "first day" experience.
  
  
• First or third person allowed. Your threads can be in either first or third, but we'd advise being flexible about it. Remember, these threads can also be used in your application for samples! Reminder: We only require one sample and it can be done in either format. We have also made a change to our sample requirements, so look over the Applications page!
  
  
• Transfer to in-game. If accepted, you can assume threads made on the Test Drive happen in-game if the scenario can reasonably fit. For new characters, these threads do not count for activity check. However, these can be supplementary threads for players already in-game.
  
  
• For your threads, put the Character Name and the Canon in the subject line to help readily identify them. You're also welcome to use more than one prompt for respondents to choose from. If you have any questions or want to brush up on the game information, refer to the Game Information entry. Otherwise, tag around and have fun!
  
  
• For any concerns or questions, head over to this top level.
  
  
  Now with that out of the way, here are some prompts you guys can work from!

PROMPTS

• PROMPT A: How about giving the emotions a try?

• PROMPT B: Refer to the Task Board and choose a task your character may be interested in taking up. For this prompt, you could have your character ask for help, already be in the middle of the job, or react to it in some way. Perhaps they were an unfortunate victim or want to create a job countering an existing one. You could even have a prompt making a job request. Creating jobs for the purpose of the test drive is absolutely doable.

• PROMPT C: How about giving the amulets a go? Start a telepathic conversation and see how it works. Remember, the amulets are sending out the owner's thoughts so might want to be careful about how the stream of consciousness goes...

• PROMPT D: Perhaps one may have heard that Verens used to be a floating island, and it was! When the island then ended up on the surface, creatures which explorers have called "Dinosaurs" (quotation marks included) were discovered inhabiting the plains and the mountains in a far off area. It's time to go back to the jurassic world for a very important mission: gather as many Amaranthus Rubus, red pearl-shaped fruits that heal any and all wounds on one's skin. The hospital needs it! As such, one needs to prepare.

Explorers do not wish to harm the "Dinosaurs", as they are afraid the "Dinosaurs" would go extinct should any danger be placed unto them. This means that one's option when encountering volatile and aggressive "Dinosaurs" is to run away. A fun run is now being held in Verens a few days prior to the trip to the "Dinosaur" plains, where 50 sylvs and a t-shirt that says "I successfully ran away from a 'Dinosaur'!". The colour of the shirt is random, though, but there are as many as the colours of the rainbow. Maybe trade with somebody else who's finished the run if you don't like yellow so much.


• PROMPT E: Once the preparations have been made, it's time to set forth into the land of the “Dinosaurs”. As you enter their domain, it may be difficult to resist the temptation to interact with these rare and unusual creatures, and some of the “dinosaurs” are indeed tranquil and herbivorous. Go ahead and feed the long-necks leafy branches and if you're feeling daring, climb up on their backs for a ride! However, many of the “dinosaurs” are quite a bit more dangerous, and they are very territorial. If you cross paths with the a pack of raptors, prepare to run, fight, or distract. All explorers have been supplied with strips of alluring jerky to placate the beasts. Who knows, you might even make a friend! Be careful not to lose and hand, though.

The Amaranthus Rubus is thickest near the home of the most terrifying “dinosaur” of all, the "Tyrannosaur", and if you are daring enough to approach the lair of this creature to reap the fruits, you may not even have the chance to run away before the creature corners you, roars, and...wiggles his sad, little arms. It seems poor old "Tyrannosaur" just wants some kind of tool to extend his reach! Help him out and he will let you go. Or refuse, and he'll eat you. Sounds reasonable, right?


• PROMPT F: It seems like the land of the "Dinosaurs" isn't so bad after all! Perhaps "Dinosaurs" and man can co-exist, but for that to happen, much research will have to be made regarding a "Dinosaur"'s way of life. Now aboard the ship to head back to the city, researchers are talking about another excursion in the future that's solely for researching on "Dinosaurs" - various species, what they eat, their excrement, and the like.

The trip back to Verens is a little long. Perhaps you're just resting in one of the rooms when there's an explosive sound that can be heard. Oh no! It looks like the engine's running out of steam! Luckily, there's a steam generator in the ship, but steam can only be made through cooperation, anger, and sadness. The entire ship needs your help to get back to the city safely, and if you have to hold someone's hand, slap them, and yell at them to get them to manifest their emotions tangibly, then do so!


• Prompt G: Make your own! It could include swords and/or stones.

Comments

[hundredmillyen]

[Sun had braced himself for impact, sadly this wasn't his first time being flung around and it most likely wouldn't be his last. The impact never came though, at least not the one he was expecting. An audible oof could be heard as he collided with the giant isopod. It was hardly comfortable, but the bug's soft underside was better than the ground.

Slightly dazed he glanced up to his so called savior, the shock of the impact wearing off as he realized just what had caught him. First confusion at seeing another pokemon here, then dawning horror as he heard this Golisopod's trainer calling over to him. He knew this pokemon. The instinct to get out of it's grasp was stronger than the reality of the situation. Papping the smaller arms away, Sun thrashed his way out of Golisopod's grasp much like an uncoordinated baby.]

Let go of me!

[Unceremoniously plopping to the ground, he was quick to push himself up to get a better look at the giant bug's trainer. The thought had crossed his mind since he showed up here in Verens, knowing that the big bad boss of Team Skull had also been pulled into an ultra wormhole but he didn't expect to ever find the guy. Pulling himself up and backing away from both Golisopod and the Tyrannosaur currently ripping his backpack up he shot a glare to the other trainer.]

I didn't ask for your help. What are you doing here anyways?!

[Defensively he let out his Alolan Meowth, Dollar who was happy to stand between his trainer and Golisopod. He didn't seem all too impressed with the situation at hand though.]

[golisolation]

[The entire display and the way that Sun utterly rejected Golisopod's affections clearly hurt the poor Pokémon's feelings. There's a look of betrayal in those eyes as Sun makes his daring escape from Golisopod's gentle hold. The Tyrannosaur is ignored, seeing as it's less of a threat to Golisopod, than the scathing words and actions of Sun.

There's a sorrowful hang of the bug's head, as he looks somewhat like a kicked puppy. Guzma looks between his downtrodden Pokèmon, and the boy they saved—only then to realize just who they saved. The Champ, huh? But why the hell did he act that way, let alone fall prey to something as easily dealt with as that oversized reptile?]

I see it ain't only your hair that grew, but that attitude of yours, huh?

[Guzma's not hurt by the reaction, just surprised. He had grown fond of Sun, and all they had gone through... Ultra Space, Necrozma, Rainbow Rocket... All of it seemed like it didn't even happen to the kid, but Guzma knew better than to let it affect him. Even though it did.

Standing up straight, he crossed his arms over his chest, looking to the meowth with a quirk of his eyebrow, before looking back to Sun.]

This is my turf, homie. Been for a while now—

[As the Tyrannosaur starts to finish off the bag, Guzma looks to it once more.]

—You gonna take care of that, or do I need to save your ass again once it's done eatin' your bag?

[hundredmillyen]

[Sorry Golisopod, it's not you. It's him. :( Alternate bugs breaking his arm and tossing him around does little to make him like you. Not that the kicked puppy look wasn't noticed. It just simply couldn't be understood at this moment. Not when he's too busy being caught off guard by Guzma's remark. The confusion is plain on his face and his defensive posture even softens a bit as he's not sure what to make of the comments.]

What? My hair hasn't changed, what are you talking about?

[Excuz u, he hasn't spent 6 months in Ultra Space yet. He won't while he is in Verens. He doesn't get long to ponder though as Guzma points out the rambunctious reptile wrecking what little is left of his precious bag. HIS BAG. He had completely forgotten about his bag! His eyes widened in shock, and he threw his hands up in exasperation.]

Waaah! My bag!

[The whole reason he made this trip out was to collect the fruit, without his bag how was he going to maximize his profits for the trip?! Gritting his teeth he pointed to the Tyrannosaur.]

Dollar, use Feint Attack!

[Given the command, the normally lazy and aloof Meowth perked up. His eyes were sharp for battle and he quickly closed the distance between himself and the dinosaur using the last distraction Sun's bag could provide given it's fabric's ribbon like state. There was certainly no jerky left to consume. Striking with his claws, Dollar's feint attack struck at the overgrown lizard's legs attempting to throw it off balance. With the dinosaur recoiling it's leg at the sudden pain the strategy was successful.]

Pay day!

[Dollar struck again, this time jumping up to hit higher. A solid hit that left coins scattering around the battle that more importantly was just enough to topple the Tyrannosaur over.]

[golisolation]

[It makes no difference! The damage is done, and Golisopod soon skitters over to Guzma's side with a pathetic look to him. He's not much like the stoic and cruel Golisopod Sun knows—and honestly were Sun an enemy of his trainer, then he might find the giant isopod-like Pokèmon acting more on script to what he's used to. But for now, he's merely disappointed and hurt.]

Uh, yeah it has—used to be shorter?

[Of course there's the conundrum that Guzma himself is from a different universe than even Nanu or Anabel, a fact that has yet to be discovered by any involved. There's some real screwy shit going on, but as of right now it's completely beyond Guzma.

With Sun finally acting like the trainer Guzma knows he is, he decides to watch and see what might happen. There's something strange about this boy, his familiarity and unfamiliarity is in equal measure, and he'd be sure to find out why. For now, he'll watch on and pat his sulking bughemoth, waiting to see how this battle goes before continuing.]

[hundredmillyen]

No?

[Honestly Guzma is acting pretty off script as well. Granted he had limited interactions with the Big Bad Boss™, but the dude was pretty unhinged from what he saw. Who else bashes his own face in just from losing a pokemon battle? The difference already was pretty confusing, but if Guzma wasn't looking to tussle then neither was Sun. It didn't make this any less weird though.

Sun had been watching the dinosaur, it clearly wasn't happy being knocked over. All it wanted was food and to defend it's territory. It didn't ask for this. Luckily it's tiny arms didn't help it's struggle to get back to it's feet. Before it could even get a chance to get back up, Sun commanded hopefully the last attack.]

Knock it out with Assurance.

[Dollar looked onto his opponent, clearly bored with the battle. Aiming to knock it in the head it gave one good smack to the dinosaur. The dinosaur flailed it's little arms, crying out as it got knocked around before giving up and staying down. Dollar looked down upon it for a moment lingering near by. Besides a stray twitch the dinosaur wasn't trying anymore. With a yawn Dollar turned and walked back to Sun who was beaming proudly at his cat. With the battle decided and no apparent need to fight from Guzma still, Sun started collecting all the coins from Pay Day idly looking back to Guzma as he did so. ]

So...you said 'a while'? How long are you talking about here?

[It hadn't been that long since he saw you got sucked into that wormhole bro, he really doubts that was enough time for you to change your tune so drastically.]

[golisolation]

[He lets the hair topic drop, because really it doesn't matter. The kid looks different, and is acting different, but it's very clearly him. Guzma's expression has sunken to something a bit more sullen and serious, watching as the Meowth dispatches the Tyrannosaur, so that they won't be so rudely interrupted anymore.

There's a quirk of his eyebrow as Sun collects the coins, like some beggar sure to pick up every cent offered to him by strangers. It's... an odd sight, and Guzma's left feeling awkward by this entire interaction. He knows people can come from different spots on the timeline, but this seems...different.]

Been here 'bout a year.

[Though a month of that year he went back, but that's not important.]

Not that you'd notice. Time 'round here runs a little different.

[hundredmillyen]

[It didn't take long to gather the coins as he was clearly used to gathering Pay Day's coins. He did a quick count of his earnings clearly adding up some sort of total in his head before stuffing them in his pocket. He was still listening to Guzma however and to the response he gave the older man an incredulous look, quirking one of his eyebrows.]

A year?! [Muttering more to himself.] Gosh, I wonder what Miss will think...

[Casually he brought a hand up to his face, his tongue poking out slightly as he thought more on the implication of this. Time really must run different here....]

I mean it's been maybe a day or two since that UB with tentacles took you at Po Town before I came here.

[More like several hours since it had happened, but with getting knocked into a car and everything else that happened afterwards that day it felt like a lot longer. Sun's face scrunched up still clearly perplexed at the time difference. It wouldn't be something that made sense to him even with a lot of thought honestly.]

[golisolation]

[Guzma isn't surprised by Sun's initial response. He knew time back home was basically stopped when you came here, so him being here a year seems absurd. He doesn't quite hear the muttering, but he'd barely know to whom he was referring anyways, he didn't know any "Miss", after all.

What catches him, and surprises him, is what Sun says next. He stares at Sun blankly, cocking his head to the side as if that would help him process this information any better. It doesn't, to no one's surprise, and Guzma is left wondering what the hell this kid is going on about.

There was never any UBs—Ultra Beasts at Po Town. Least of all, one that took him anywhere. Not that he's not familiar with Nihilego in some capacity, but...]

Hold on—HUH?! What the hell you talkin' about, kid? I never got taken by no Ultra Beast.

[This just adds an entirely new layer to this strange encounter that Guzma doesn't even know what to do with, honestly.]

[hundredmillyen]

Yeah, you did.

[Said very matter of factly as Sun crossed his arms over his chest. He once again was giving the gang leader an incredulous and frankly very judgmental look.]

Serves you right honestly. What did you think was going to happen after you opened up all those wormholes?

[Smh, Ultra Beasts are clearly dangerous. He knows you're a bit crazy, but to go so far as to wreck his own team's hideout...]

[golisolation]

[Alright, there's some truth to what he says there. He did indeed help lead up to the opening of the Ultra Wormholes, and unleashing the Ultra Beasts across Alola—but that was not while he was in Po Town.

To hear Sun say that to him, after it all, there's a sting, and the only evidence is how his eyes twitch, and then narrow. It feels like ice is running through his veins as he thinks about what he wrought, what everyone had to clean up because of him. It's not a great feeling, to say the least.

He glowers down at the stranger wearing a face so familiar, a face that makes every word he says that much worse.]

Yo—I ain't gonna deny my hand in openin' them wormholes, but what you're goin' on about? Never went down in Po Town. You're trippin'.

[That'd be such a stupid thing to do, it'd put his team in even more danger than he already did...]

When I went into the wormhole—that was my choice. Jumped in there after Madam Prez, didn't get snatched up by no Ultra Beast.

Didja hit your head when you arrived?

[hundredmillyen]

[Ah now that's a face Sun is more familiar seeing Guzma wear. Not that he's intimidated by him in the slightest, as self preservation wasn't strong in the boy. He huffed at the accusation of hitting his head upon arrival. It was totally possible of course as he was pulled into the wormhole unexpectedly, but he knew what he was talking about! The mention of 'Madam Prez' earns Guzma a scowl in return, he was there when Gladion called him on working for Aether foundation after all. She wasn't there in Po Town though.]

No! I didn't hit my head! You didn't jump into any wormholes. I saw it, you let all these Ultra Beasts out to wreck your base just to get taken by the tentacle one. Pulled straight up in the air back into one of the wormholes you opened!

[Sun motioned with his hands angrily, as if adding hand motions to the story would help jog Guzma's memory. Not that he really needed to be retelling him all this. It was more frustrating than his time was worth honestly. He turned to the side, glancing to Dollar who was laying on the ground now. No energy left for it to care with no battle going on. He then looked back to what he originally came here for: The fruit. With a haughty shrug he added one last thing before switching his focus.]

I don't know what that thing did to ya to make you forget, but it's not my fault you don't remember. Hey Dollar, help me collect these fruits, will ya?

[There was no response from the lazy Meowth at first as it continued to stare off into space, but slowly it turned it's head to look at it's trainer. As if it was the most painful task Sun could ever ask of it, it very slowly pulled itself to it's feet. Clearly it wasn't thrilled to help out.]

[golisolation]

[Guzma's confusion just funnels into annoyance and anger at this point. None of this makes sense, and he doesn't like it one bit. His anger is far more at this place, than Sun, but Sun is the easy scapegogoat here, and he's not about to let him get away with messing with his reality here!

Well, again, it's not even him. It's just how this place works. Sorry, Sun, guilty by being the messenger.]

You are straight messed in the head if you think I would ever wreck my base like that. I won't deny a run in with Nihilego, nah, but that ain't what happened.

[Of course if either of them were smart enough, they might be able to figure out that alternate realities exist beyond the splintered timeline people could get pulled from. That there are even multiple realities of their own home, but Guzma's not fully aware of that. Nor has he entertained the thought.

With Sun turning to go back to the task at hand, Guzma finds himself even more annoyed.]

Yo, you ain't gettin' them fruits, kid. [There's a joyless grin that crosses his face.] Not if I can help it.

[hundredmillyen]

[If Sun had more than one brain cell maybe, just maybe he could put together that there was more than one dimension version of Alola. Clearly the UBs were from another dimension, but that obviously didn't apply to their home. Nope. He didn't even want to entertain Guzma's response. He knew he wasn't getting anywhere with that conversation so waved him off dismissively and went back to trying to ignore him.

The keyword being "trying", it was a very short lived dismissal as Guzma put himself between Sun and his money making goals. He gave the gang leader a sideways glance, clearly offended at him trying to get in his way. After all there was plenty of fruit in this area and no more threat of a overgrown fossil keeping the two of them from picking as many as they would like. A serious look crossed his face as he continued.]

Uh, yeah? What—are you gonna try and stop me or something?

[What's this?? Potential battle? Dollar had managed to pick exactly one (1) fruit and was slowly walking it back to Sun to drop it at his feet, but it couldn't help but perk up a little at the atmosphere that was brewing between the two trainers.]

[golisolation]

[At least now Golisopod doesn't look as down in the dumps, with a potential battle coming to head, he's allowing himself to get more serious. A battle is a good way to beat them blues, anyways!]

That's the plan. I got my eyes on 'em as well, and the more you take, the less I get.

[He is completely ignoring the fact that there's more than enough to go around. Right now it's less about that, and more about punishing Sun. And relieving some steam.]

Hope your Meowth ain't too tired from takin' that thing out, 'cos he's gonna need all the energy he can muster to avoid gettin' crushed!

[hundredmillyen]

[The two of them combined—with all their pokemon too— wouldn't be able to carry all the fruit from this place. There was certainly plenty here. This was a fact that didn't matter to Sun however. He wasn't about to let someone stop him from making money. He was already frustrated from the interactions with Guzma so if it came to a battle so be it.]

Well I'm not planning on sharing so! That creature wasn't even enough for Dollar to break a sweat, go ahead and try to crush us.

[He wasn't too worried, he had battled Guzma before after all. He wasn't planning on breaking his arm a second time, but at least he knew what to watch out for. At least he thought he did. The prospect of battle rejuvenated Dollar though. What was before a sluggish and lazy demeanor had changed. He held himself up straighter, poised for the battle to start at any moment as he eyed Golisopod sharply. Truly he was a different pokemon when battling.]

[golisolation]

[Guzma's feeling especially merciless, and as soon as Sun gives the go ahead, he says his first order:]

First Impression.

[And in a flash Golisopod's gone—appearing again right in front of Dollar, and maybe almost too close to Sun, but the strike only hits his target. The force is pretty incredible, but that's going to happen when the attack itself is super effective, and Guzma's Pokèmon are far more trained than what Sun is used to.

In another flash, Golisopod is back where he started, claws up and ready as his strange cross-shaped eyes lock onto his opponent.]

[hundredmillyen]

[The First Impression wasn't unexpected. It was the same move he opened with last time as well. Of course even though it was expected, there was no dodging the attack. Dollar had it's arms raised up in an attempt to protect himself, mimicking his trainer. Luckily this time he didn't go flying back into Sun, while the battle was a little too close for comfort Dollar did make an effort to control where he got knocked too.

The move was still too quick to fully protect himself from as Dollar was pushed back, skidding backwards as it's claws dug into the ground to keep him in place. The damage was noticeable which was surprising to Sun, but not enough to knock the Meowth out yet as it stood back up claws raised to attack.]

Feint attack!

[As Dollar rushed towards his opponent, going for what looked like a flank attack he switched at the last second appearing behind the giant bug to strike. Going for a similar tactic as he did with the Tyrannosaur to try to knock it off balance, the bigger they are the harder they fall!]

[golisolation]

[Guzma squats down as he watches Golisopod's strike land, and the Meowth retaliate. He's not too worried about the strike—because while it might hit Golisopod arguably hard, he knows how resilient he is. Unlike the Tyrannosaur, Dollar's opponent seems otherwise unbothered by the attack. Those eyes locking on the feline with a dangerous intensity.]

Finish him off—liquidation!

[Welling a surge of water around him, Golisopod uses the shortened distance between them to slam right into Dollar—using both his strength and weight behind the blow, while water erupts around him.]

I wouldn't blame you if you backed down now, it's pretty clear how hopeless this is for you.

[hundredmillyen]

[This was definitely not at all how Sun imagined it would go. Granted if he rubbed his few brain cells together he might have thought a little harder on the fact that Guzma had been here in this world for a year. A lot can change in a year, it definitely makes sense he would be stronger too. The change in Guzma's strength though comes as a stupid surprise to the young trainer.]

Dollar look out!

[No amount of forewarning could help his Meowth now. They were too close and there was absolutely no time to dodge or react. Like a rag doll Dollar went flying from both the impact and the erupting water only to crumple upon hitting the ground a few feet away. Sun eye's narrowed as he refused to call back his pokemon instead gritting his teeth as he waited with bated breath. It definitely seemed that the match was decided, at least until Dollar shakily got got back up. It was clear it was on it's last leg though, it's paw swiping at an injury on it's face. The air surrounding the battle felt thick, almost suffocating thanks to the magic of this place. It was clear Sun was racking his brain to pull himself outta this mess. Stubborn written clearly on both trainer and pokemon's expressions.]

I'm not leaving till I get what I came for.

[Instead of issuing another command, Dollar changed his stance adopting a defensive one. Perhaps he was aiming to counter whatever Golisopod would throw at him.]

[golisolation]

[On Guzma's end this is going exactly as he suspected it would. This kid lacked the air the champion had, he didn't have the same type of stoic confidence. He seemed weaker, and Guzma could smell its foulness. He cocks his head as the hit lands, sending Golisopod's opponent flying like a rag doll. His eyebrows raise in surprise, however, when the Meowth soldiers on.]

What's even the point, huh!?

[The stance is an interesting one, but Guzma's none too worried about it.]

Or do you like seein' your Pokèmon in pain? You're one messed up kid—Brick Break!

[Without mercy Golisopod strikes again, aiming to bring his arm down in a chopping motion onto the defensively positioned Meowth, completely disregarding that counter stance.]

[hundredmillyen]

[For Dollar, it's a sense of pride. He knew it had beaten this overgrown bug before and despite it's type disadvantage it was as stubborn as his trainer. Despite Guzma trying to egg Sun on, he remained focused on the battle. While he may not have the stoic confidence of the champion Guzma knew, he certainly was tenacious and not afraid to rise to a challenge. He didn't need to dignify the gang leader with a response, his reasons were his and his alone.

Dollar waited and watched carefully for the opening to counter that it was looking for. Just as the Brick Break was due to connect, it rushed forward dodging underneath Golisopod's giant claw arms and right where it wanted to be. The soft underside to the hard bug.]

Night Slash!

[It was all or nothing at this point, the Meowth positioned again too close to dodge another attack as it hoped to land a critical hit with it's last move.]

[golisolation]

[The hit certainly takes Golisopod off guard, making the giant bug take a step back, wincing. Another dark attack, one that doesn't do much to bug like him, but the hit to his soft belly certainly evens it out. Guzma's expression certainly showcases his own surprise, before it falls back into one of annoyance. There was no way Golisopod was going to lose to this Meowth—what an insult!]

Finish this, Golisopod! Don't let him get the jump on you again!

[It was foolish that he underestimated the stance, but now he knew what to look for, and as such Golisopod readies—seemingly knowing what's going to come next.]

Liquidation!

[Again he envelops himself in gushing water as he slams forth into the weary Meowth.]

[hundredmillyen]

[Sun cocked a grin as the attack connected, glad to at least knock the Golisopod back a step. It was progress! Just because he wasn't the champ didn't mean he could be underestimated. Expecting the Liquadation again, he attempted to counter with one last quick attack as fast as he could call out to Dollar.]

Quick, Pay Day!

[His aim was to use the coins as both a makeshift shield and a sort of smokescreen for Dollar's escape from the close range. The weary Meowth poised to meet the attack head on with his attack in retaliation. His weariness had caught up to him though and he was a second too slow at getting the move off. Once again the poor Meowth was sent flying back. This time however Dollar would not be getting back up.

Silence permeated the thick atmosphere of the battle, Sun's posture rigid as he glowered at the ground. Reluctantly withdrawing his pokemon back to his pokeball. Despite his lose his stubbornness still persisted as he debated what to do. Snapping his eyes back to Guzma, determination still on face he had made a decision.]

If don't want me to get the fruit you'll have to stop me yourself!!

[And with that Sun turns and darts to the nearest growth of the fruit barring plant. He is going to stuff as much fruit as he can in his shirt and YOU CANT STOP HIM.]

[golisolation]

[His grin widens as he sees Sun's failed attempt to retaliate. The weakened Meowth too slow to pull the move off, and it finally gets knocked out of the battle. He allows the sting of defeat to hang in the air, the silence between them allowing it to hang undisturbed between them. He rises from his squat, about to offer some well deserved shit-talking—and then Sun does... that.

Guzma stares at him for a moment, as does Golisopod. He's certainly something else, but Guzma's not going to let the punk just get away with taking those fruits, especially when he's as sore as he is with this situation. Crossing the distance while the boy tries to gather as many fruits as he can (good luck without a backpack, chump!), he reaches over and grabs the boy by the back of his shirt. Lifting him entirely off the ground by it, like one might do to a skitty with its scruff.]

I ain't got no problem stoppin' ya, kid.

[It's insanely petty, but that's kinda Guzma's thing. Even now, even after everything, he's still likely to be a petty asshole when he's been ruffled like this!]

[hundredmillyen]

[You better believe he's stuffed his shirt full of fruit, using one arm to keep the fruit from falling out the bottom. His speed at collecting fruit was impressive to say the least, but it was all for naught as he was lifted into the air. All the fruit he had gathered pouring out of his shirt like some sort of comical waterfall as Sun himself squirmed in Guzma's grasp trying to pry himself lose, use his tiny arms to punch the older man, or even just squirm out of his own shirt. He wasn't successful yet. Clearly all the squirming was of some childish tantrum, sore from his loss in battle and backed into a corner. He huffed indignantly, not yet tired from his thrashing.]

Yeah?! What do you even need this fruit for!

[Cuz you know, clearly Sun had the superior reason despite not once mentioning it before.]