Prim slapped the heat-shimmer of the Pillar, and it shifted once again. The desert's purple shadows gave way to dappled light beneath deciduous trees, and a gentle breeze orbited the Pillar to move them. A plaza of carved stone carpeted with moss and lichen lay beneath the Whispering Pillar's new form, a fountain of water from which a fine spray gently fell.
It wasn't the first time one of Prim's punches had changed the world.
She was still here and not home, so perhaps violence wasn't
the answer, but... the damp stones and fragrant shrubbery were at least more bearable than the wasteland that had preceded, so it was
an answer at least. Better than nothing, certainly.
"Hm." Prim turned her attention back to the other pokémon. How could they be so content to sit around in this place, chatting merrily, bending to its strange and arbitrary whims? Had they no desire to return home? Every hour was social hour for some people, she supposed. She'd never understand it.
Well, if the game demanded playing, then she supposed she would have to play. For someone like Prim, a dare was far easier than a truth. The catalogue of them was somehow starkly present in her mind, like a psychic stack of parchment—she flipped through the prompts, mulling them over, tapping her elfish foot impatiently.
"PROMPT_03:\n"
"- Type: Dare\n"
"- Text: Stand upside down.\n"
"- Responses: 4\n"
What is this, playtime?
"PROMPT_08:\n"
"- Type: Dare\n"
"- Text: Can you sing?\n"
"- Responses: 2\n"
In this body? Best not...
"PROMPT_11:\n"
"- Type: Dare\n"
"- Text: Act like a dog.\n"
"- Responses: 2\n"
That one made her smile a little. She thought of Ferry sulking, tail swishing slowly at his ankles. It wasn't so hard to act like a dog, really, but somehow she wasn't confident her idea of such would appease the pillar.
"PROMPT_10:\n"
"- Type: Dare\n"
"- Text: I dare you to go through with a battle with someone else here.\n"
"- Responses: 1\n"
Aha. Now that she could do. She surveyed the crowd, seeking an optimal match. She didn't want to pick on someone pathetic, but she wasn't looking to get clobbered, either. Not the marshtomp, that wasn't fair... Not the wolf either... That murkrow was far too puny... That charizard looked a bit too powerful...
At last her eyes landed on a kirlia, almost equal to her own form in size and probably power. She wasted no time approaching the delicate fairy. She came to a stop a couple feet away and cleared her throat conspicuously.
"Hope I'm not interrupting anything. Listen, I don't mean this in an aggressive way, but I just want to go home and it looks like I need to tussle with someone to make that happen. What do you say?"
@Shiny Phantump
