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Post by starlitlover on May 26, 2023 10:06:21 GMT 9
Adarsa was sure he was having a day. He'd gotten that terrible pokemon from the professor, and then gotten another terrible one from that trade, and he had no shoes, and none of that was even the worst of it.
The worst was that he was lost in the woods, everything he put his eyes on some variant of blood-red, and there was a thing following him. And he couldn't- every few steps the earth seemed to rear up, grabbing at his ankles with brambles or roots, and every few other steps this- this screen would come up and fuss at him, about how if he wanted to run he needed to complete the tutorials, did he know where they were?
And, like, he was having a bit of a conniption at this point in time, so maybe a tutorial could wait?
The thing that crashed through the branches and trunks was not, astonishingly, an over-exaggeration on Adarsa's part. If it had to be ascribed to a single pokemon, that would be ninetails- it was ghostly pale, and with a canid muzzle, except it had far too many tails, and far too many eyes that winked into and out of view as its fur rippled. It let out breathy huffs, snarling and smelling the air, keeping a fix on its prey.
The grass shriveled away where it ran, earth drying and cracking, an oil-black liquid pooling where its paws stepped twice. And then it had the little thing cornered, curled and wailing. A lovely sound, it thought. And then it drew back, let out a terrible roar, and surged foward, jaws snapping over its little prey.
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Post by Tuesday on May 27, 2023 13:56:16 GMT 9
Tuesday is pretty damn sure she's having a great day, because by her definition, all days are exactly that if you yourself are pretty damn great. It's not about unshakable optimism or some 'take control of your own narrative' life coaching bullshit, it's simply that that's the way Mars is, and by extension, it's also the way Tuesday is. Confident. Self-assured. Capable of facing and beating-the-hell-out of anything life — and by extension, UNOVR — throws their way.
Even if that anything is a Ninetales that corruption has turned into some sort of fucked up Chernobyl horror story mutation.
<'My liege.'>
They both see it: the marks on the ground, the scorched earth, the plants that have shrivelled up and died when everything else near them is brimming with life. They both know what it means. And, when the sound of a guttural roar rings through the Birchwild Grove, they both know what must be done.
"Ancile!" Breaking into a sprint, she takes a sharp turn, leaf litter crunching beneath steel sabatons. But... instead of running away from the signs of a corrupted Pokémon's presence, Tuesday runs towards them, Immovable spear in hand and Cryogonal levitating ahead — forever a shield between her and danger. "Ranged attacks, Ancile. I don't want you getting corrupted too."
Not again, she thinks.
<'Yes, my liege.'>
What they hadn't counted on was the presence of a stranger.
A stranger that, with a whistled command from Tuesday, the Cryogonal casts chains towards. Gelid yet gleaming in gold, Ancile's chains wrap around the stranger's wrist, harshly pulling him aside just in time for him to narrowly avoid the corrupted beast that pounces with an attack.
"Yo." Tuesday says, standing tall while a rainbow flame cloak of pearlescent white feathers billows behind her, light and airy. Her gaze, as gelid and golden as her Cryogonal's chains, falls down upon the stranger. There's a vague familiarity there, but in the heat of battle, she does not bother with greetings or nametags. "You better not even touch that thing. Unless you want to get corrupted too."
However, despite all this, a smirk finds its way to Tuesday's lips — playful, excited, and perhaps also a little wicked.
The Ninetales — if it can even be called that now — takes a defensive stance now, sensing a battle and angered at the loss of its prey. Its growling is as grating of a sound as it is fucking disgusting, and Tuesday clicks her tongue when seeing the birch it had crashed again begin to wither. She too prepares, changing her stance and readying her spear. Without ever looking away from the beast, she addresses the stranger one more time:
"You're a new player, right? You might wanna hide."
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Post by starlitlover on Jun 3, 2023 6:23:09 GMT 9
"Oh- ah- Oh God-" Adarsa could only stare upwards, into the steaming maw of the whatever the fuck it was- eyes wide as it lunged, his vision fading to only teeth-
And something cold wound itself away his forearm, yanking hard enough to both drag him out of the way of immediate danger, and nearly pull his arm from the socket. Even he had the good sense to scrabble away on his hands and knees, staggering to his feet once he wasn't within instant biting range. "Wh- what-" Adarsa swallowed hard, trying to catch his breath.
At the mention of him being a new player- he'd, somehow, already forgotten this was still a video game, and not just some murdery fever dream- Adarsa finally glanced over. It was... a pretty cat girl, wearing knight's armor and holding a fucking spear. So maybe it was just a chaotic fever dream. Maybe he was just laid up in bed, some sort of plague or parasite or bad seafood cooking his brain into sludge.
But that wasn't reason to be senseless. So, naturally, he moved to put himself behind the cat girl, who had a weapon and maybe knew what she was doing.
The beast snarled, breath hissing between its teeth, paws shifting underneath its weight. It barked, jaws snapping together crushingly, rabid-like drool starting to poor, ichor-black, from its maw. It blinked, red eyes rippling down its back- and then it lunged, claws aimed right for Tuesday.
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Post by Tuesday on Jun 3, 2023 8:02:33 GMT 9
He's just a clueless new player in her eyes: someone who has no idea what he's dealing with and who just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. However, there's a strange feeling Tuesday can't quite shake off. A feeling she's given no choice but to put a pin on until the immediate problem at hand is dealt with...
That being the corrupted Ninetales that lunges towards her, claws at the ready.
She does not flee. She stands her ground instead, all too aware of the terrified little man behind her. Her right foot goes before the left, a hand slides down the length of the spear to find its pommel, and when the beast is a mere metre away, she pushes all her weight forward, the spear's blade pushing through soft flesh, rigid muscle, and bones that snap with a blood-curdling sound that comes in company of a surprised yelp.
Ribs. The spear hard pierced right beneath the beast's front-right leg, causing ink-like substance to drip down, burning everything it touches as if it were corrosive acid.
"Alexa." A single word is spoken calm and cold despite the much louder roaring and barking, and no matter how much the beast struggles and snaps at the weapon, it remains right where it is, frozen in midair — immovable even after Tuesday lets go of it.
"Ancile." The Cryogonal gives no words. When Tuesday speaks, it acts, making use of its ancient power to summon shards of stone that pierce everything they touch. As they had well learned once, corrupt as a Pokémon may be, their weaknesses often remain the same, and Ancile knows just how to beat a feral Ninetales...
"You still alive back there?" Tuesday asks the stranger then, not taking her gaze off the beast until sure it's gone or dead.
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Post by starlitlover on Jun 6, 2023 6:22:11 GMT 9
The packed stone slammed into the struggling ninetales- who screamed, a terrible inhuman sound- before it just seemed to collapse. Some of the corruption fell into the earth like thick oil, while other traced dissolved into the air like fragments of twilight.
Adarsa had flinched, tucked further back behind the cat girl and her billowing cloak, only shakily allowing himself to breathe when she asked him a question. He peered around her, blinking at the black remnants. "Is- is that-" He was struggling to get words out. "Did you kill it?" He asked, easing a bit closer to the... ooze.
It was brackish, not quite hissing but certainly affecting the grass around it, seeping into a little pit. The grass nearby withered and blackened, twisting and growing brittle. Ada reached towards it, the blades turning into dust as soon as his fingers touched it. "What- how is it doing this?"
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Post by Tuesday on Jun 6, 2023 7:01:42 GMT 9
"Hmmm. Maybe I did, maybe I didn't." Tuesday responds in that oh so calm and smooth tone of hers when asked if she had killed the supposed Ninetales. There's really no way of telling, because even if there's a wet thwack when she snatches her spear away, causing a cascade of black liquid to ooze out of the beast, it could very well awaken again and lunge at them. There's no real death in UNOVR, and with corrupt Pokémon, just about anything is possible. She tells herself to be alert, and Ancile certainly is, but at that moment, when the stranger steps closer to the supposedly fallen beast, she sees it so very clearly in her HUD: starlitlover. Fuck. It can't be, can it? No, of course it is. The name, the looks, the cluelessness, the voice Mars could recognize anywhere even after all these years... She had been too distracted by the corrupt Pokémon before, but now, it's all so very obvious. "You know, I used to know someone who used the handle Starlitlovers to write online..." She says instead of answering his question, a hand reaching to take hold of the back of his cloak and pull him away from the corruption. She does so more harshly than what's needed and also more harshly than what she had intended to. Is it that deep down she wants to hurt him? Is she really not glad to see him after all this time? "He fancied himself an author, but his writing was pretty damn subpar."Okay, so maybe she isn't glad and does want to hurt him. Emotional damage and all that. Yet, if he were to look back at her, Adarsa would actually see a smile — one warm, confident, bright, and just like those Mars always bears.
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Post by starlitlover on Jun 6, 2023 7:58:54 GMT 9
Adarsa leaned forward a bit more, fingers reaching towards the goo- letting out a choked yelp as he was grabbed and yanked backwards. "Hey-" What sort of person thought they had the right to drag people around?
You know, I used to know someone who used the handle Starlitlovers to write online once.
At first, he felt pride- because of course? Who wouldn't know his name, dominion of both the Legend of Zelda tags and also his own original fics? But that wasn't what the woman had said-
And then it turned to a cold fear. This was someone who both knew him personally, and knew he wrote fic.
And then the woman kept talking. "F- Fancied?" He squawked, scrabbling to get to his feet and right himself and twist to look at her. Honestly- Who did she think she was?! "I am an author, and my writing-" Adarsa caught himself as he saw her face- bright and open. "... who even are you?"
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Post by Tuesday on Jun 6, 2023 8:41:02 GMT 9
It's too damn easy. Truly, other than spear and blade, Tuesday might as well specialize in the art of verbal slaughter, but then again, it's also a matter of standing before someone that she knows exactly how to hurt. The problem is that there's a certain amount of recoil to it too. The problem is that there are old wounds that Mars had thought long-healed that begin to ache now that Adarsa is before his golden gaze once again, especially when he asks who she is.An eyebrow quirks, taking her a second to realize that it makes sense. Of course Adarsa doesn't realize who she is, Tuesday purposefully is completely different from Mars himself (in a appearance at least). This tall, blonde catgirl in her armour, with her smooth soprano that even has a more subtle Hispanic lilt than what his had been years ago. There's no way anyone would know it's him even unless he told them like he had done with Finnegan Fjord once. Not even ibis recognizes him in Tuesday despite knowing IRL. Except that, in actuality, there's a single thing that connects Tuesday to Mars: "Me? I'm Tuesday, and you need to check your HUD settings so that it displays other players' names." When her name is spoken, it's purposefully said in a manner closer to 'Týr's day', because if there's anyone in this game that Mars would expect to be able to make that connection, that is starlitlover. But, then again, he may have forgotten. "We should get out of here before that thing comes back to life and actually eats you, by the way."We. Why does she say we? She should leave him to his own devices. Hell, she shouldn't even warn him. So, why does she? Maybe it's pity. Maybe it's that its entertaining to see how utterly clueless he is. Still, despite all those conflicting thoughts, Tuesday turns and begins walking, not bothering to wait for him. Her Cryogonal, on the other hand, gives Starlitlover a gelid look before following after her.
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Post by starlitlover on Jun 6, 2023 9:10:20 GMT 9
"I-" He's taken aback- Firstly, because even if her name is hovering over her head (though rather hard to see because she isn't frozen in place, and is in front of a backdrop of swaying leaves), it's still polite to ask someone their name. Which wasn't what Adarsa did. And secondly, it's because he can see what her name is, and the garbled noise that comes out of her mouth isn't that close to it. Tear-es-day. Like crying?
No, like the god. Which he only knows because an ex was, like, super-duper into mythology. Týr's day.
He hadn't seen Mars- or even thought about him, fuck- in years, but if there was one thing he was sure of- The man wouldn't parade around in a video game dressed as a cat girl.
However, uncomfortable thoughts about exes (who he should really? find and call? probably? He did miss Mars, now that the thought about it-) had to be put on hold because the cat girl also said come back to life and started leaving. He hurried after her, giving her a cursory once-over. "So- are you, just, into Nordic mythology? Is that like, for a normal reason? Or are you... like... "
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Post by Tuesday on Jun 6, 2023 9:28:32 GMT 9
"Like?"
Here's the thing: as much as this unshakable confidence of hers can often steamroll over people who aren't used to those who behave in such ways, Tuesday is, for the most part, quite amiable most of the time. She loves meeting new people and tends to be nice towards new players. And, Mars? Hell, Mars could charm just about anyone (as Adarsa knows better than most). Sadly for him, Tuesday is currently in a sour mood.
"Oh, I'm obviously an NPC and the game's representation of Týr himself. Gotta love turning Norse gods into hot cat girls, you know? It really sells." Every word drips in sarcasm as she walks through the Birchwild, leaflitter crunching with her every step. She gives Starlitlover a slight smirk with those words, but it's one that is quick to fade.
"You didn't touch it, did you?"
She decides to make her way for the shrine just in case, since she should do something about cleaning the spear she holds. Inklike blood still coats its tip, and Tuesday definitely has no interest in touching it.
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Post by starlitlover on Jun 6, 2023 9:38:18 GMT 9
Adarsa's eyes narrowed in irritation. "That's not what I meant!" He snapped, because it was a legitimate question and she'd given some flippant answer. And then she just glared at him, even though SHE was the one who'd done something wrong!
"Touch what? The- the fox thing? No. Thankfully." He said, scrabbling to keep up with her when she turned in a random direction in the confusing woods. "Why? What happens if you do? If a person does?" Adarsa then dipped around to her side- closer to the magic spear covered in black blood that ate through the ground and also trees. He stared at it. "Why isn't it dissolving the spear, too? How could they have even stayed alive with blood like that? How was it able to come back? Why-"
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Post by Tuesday on Jun 6, 2023 9:53:39 GMT 9
Yes, it really is too damn easy, but just like how Tuesday manages to annoy Adarsa without much effort at all, his barrage of questions earn him a deep sigh on the Alchemist's part — loud and so very exasperated.
"Adarsa." The name is spoken out of habit when addressing him, even if it's a name that hasn't been spoken by Mars in years. Hell, he hadn't even thought about Adarsa in years, but now, as they walk through the Birchwild, it all comes flooding back. The name sounds different when spoken by Tuesday, at least. Colder. "If you want me to help you, you're really gonna have to start asking me one question at a time, man."
Tuesday doesn't talk like what most people would expect from a cute cat girl.
After all, Tuesday is and will always be Mars.
"That Ninetales was a Corrupt Pokémon, it's a sort of—... mechanic in the game. The name is pretty damn self-explanatory. They're aggressive as fuck and can get you and your Pokémon corrupted too, so stay away from them."
Of course, that's not exactly every detail of how corruption works, but Tuesday herself had long ago decided to go by this rule: corruption's bad, stay away. Should be simple enough concept to grasp, right?
By her side, the spear drips, black liquid melting the grass beneath. Tuesday pays it no mind, and no, she still doesn't tell Adarsa exactly who she is.
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Post by starlitlover on Jun 6, 2023 10:09:13 GMT 9
Adarsa stopped walking.
There it was- the looming emotion that had been there since he first heard the first snarl rushing through trees.
It was panic.
Tuesday- whoever she was in real life- had known his name. His actual, real life name. And, yes confirmed, very much knew that he was starlitlovers. Which... was not a great many people. Be careful Darcy had always said. People out there want to hurt us, and they'll do whatever they can to find you, if you aren't careful.
Sure, whatever Adarsa had always said back. But that was then, and now he was staring at a tall catgirl who had just stabbed a giant monster with poison blood and now looked like she wanted to stab him. "T- Tell me who you are." He demanded, summoning his courage and trying to emulate the way Darcy would glower down at people, even though he was glowering up. "Right now!"
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Post by Tuesday on Jun 6, 2023 10:33:36 GMT 9
He really hasn't changed much.Thoughts like judging whispers make their way into her mind, assessing every single one of Adarsa's actions and words and coming to a conclusion as simple as that. No, he hasn't changed, not at first glance... not even in how his attempt to glare at her most closely resembles a puppy's growling poor and fucking adorable attempt to seem intimidating. And that's the thing, it's fucking adorable, and the fact that he still thinks so after all these years annoys Mars to no end. Tuesday closes the distance between them in two swift steps, eyes of gold looking down into Adarsa's own. Ha. He's still so short."You really can't tell? Adarsa, I'm—"Call it comedic timing. Call it a cruel twist of fate. Call it whatever you want to call it, but at that moment, Tuesday's belated introduction is interrupted by the sound of hissing, dark ichor burning through the fabric of starlitlover's pants right at his ankles, all too close to his still very much shoeless feet. The spear had gotten a little too close, apparently. "Oh... shit."
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Post by starlitlover on Jun 6, 2023 12:26:38 GMT 9
Adarsa, despite himself, had blanched when Tuesday stepped up to look down at him. Her expression was cold- condescending, pitying, cruel- and maybe almost hurt, under the calcified layers of irritation.
Tuesday spoke- and then stopped, eyes flicking down at him. And she swore. And then Adarsa felt a burning on his ankle, like when he'd gotten too overconfident while making quesadillas, and burnt up his entire arm.
He glanced down, too, and saw his legging crumbling away, thick drops of ichor on his skin- which would be the burning. It atruck him very suddenly, then, as if the pain had been cheerfully waiting.
A sharp noise of pain escaped him, and he moved to lunge, to blindly wipe it away, saved only by Tuesday grabbing him. "Stop-" He got out, struggling ineffectively against her and thrashing the limb like that would help. It did not. "Ma- Make it stop!"
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