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You Can't Take Me
The Creed
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Player Name: Himura Atsushi
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Post by Kazuki on May 14, 2023 20:06:31 GMT 9
 POKEMON | DATE | OLD RARITY | NEW RARITY | USED ONMudsdale | 14 May 2023 | +0 | +5 | Used Mudsdale | 29 June 2023 | +0 | +5 | Unused Steelix | 30 June 2023 | +5 | +10 | UsedMudsdale | 1 July 2023 | +5 | +10 | Unused Sprigatito | 2 July 2023 | +10 | +15 | UsedScorbunny | 8 July 2023 | +10 | +15 | UsedChimchar | 22 Feb 2024 | +10 | +15| Unused
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Kazuki
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You Can't Take Me
The Creed
Posts: 883
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Player Name: Himura Atsushi
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Post by Kazuki on May 14, 2023 20:15:18 GMT 9
“So, I’ve got a question for you.”
Mudsdale blinks, pausing in the middle of her mud chewing to look at her trainer. The man had been busy corralling the rest of the team, and with two newly-evolved pokemon, she had assumed she’d be spending this break in peaceful solitude.
“You’re huge now. Even taller than I am,” Kazuki gestures. Mudsdale blinks lazily at him, continuing to chew, her ears over 2 heads above him. “So how come you've never given me a ride?”
Mudsdale pauses and squints. Kazuki squints back. They maintain this for 4 minutes in complete silence.
“… Look. A treat.” Kazuki takes out an apple. It’s huge. It’s an apple perfect enough for Wigglytuffs to kill for.
Mudsdale squints harder, but she swallows the mud in her mouth. Another stare-off ensues as the apple is slowly extended towards her, neither side ready to lower their guard, but Kazuki manages to put the apple in her mouth without losing any of his fingers. Mudsdale starts to chew at an excruciating pace, relishing in the sweet apple flavor.
She feels two hands rest on her back, Kazuki huffing as he tries to swing his leg over. He gets up to sit on her back, but barely has enough time to brace himself before Mudsdale crashes onto the ground.
“What the fuck?!” Kazuki yelps, nearly toppling off his horse, and is now dangling with half his body on the ground, his knee sore from bashing against a rock.
<Yo’re choo hevy,> Mudsdale points out, still chewing.
“Bullshit! You just don’t want to carry me!”
<Da hevyesh man on da plenet.>
“Get up!” She feels hands try to push her side, but it’s like trying to budge a brick wall.
Mudsdale swallows the apple and then lays her head down.
<It was too much. I am dead now.>
Kazuki groans, before collapsing on her side. “You’re not dead, you're having a food coma, you ass.”
Mudsdale scoffs. <Takes one to know one, trainer.>
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Kazuki
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You Can't Take Me
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Player Name: Himura Atsushi
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Post by Kazuki on Jun 30, 2023 0:42:33 GMT 9
Well. This is a development.
Kazuki watches his pokemon. It’s been a hot minute since they stopped to camp like this, and in wake of recent events and the upcoming raid, this godforsaken team is in desperate need of a debrief. “Right, so… Horse, meet Horse 2.” He gestures vaguely because it’s nigh impossible to decipher who is who since they’re perfect copies.
Mudsdale snorts loudly, smiling all smug at her new twin, who glares at her in turn. After the initial shock of her transformation, Mudsdale has made peace with her new circumstances, the same way she’s made peace with life as Kazuki’s pokemon in general. Her bullheadedness is her greatest trait, despite being a horse.
Kazuki’s just glad they aren’t squabbling. Epic as it may be to watch two 8-foot horses duke it out, the clean-up just wouldn’t be worth it. “Both of you get along, this addition has cost me.” He’s sitting on a boulder so as not to drown under the pools of tar his corrupted pokemon generate, hunched forwards with his hands tented over his mouth as he stares them both down like a disappointed father. Bunya’s inyavoice had indeed arrived, and between that and his recent raid expenses, Kazuki has about two dozen pieces of lint to his name.
<Hey, asshole! You're costing us the environment!>
Buizel calls from the side, where the rest of his horrific individually-mangled team all perch on Steelix’s back to avoid the sea of boiling oil. Steelix is taking to his job as a raft quite candidly, but he’s got a withering look pointed at Gyarados, who is also lying in the tar and not-so-subtly making beggy eyes at him, as if he could lift him out of the muck too.
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Kazuki
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You Can't Take Me
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Post by Kazuki on Jun 30, 2023 19:35:12 GMT 9
The earth shakes. A crater is punctured into the ground, its heart stabbed by a massive, crude spear tip. It lifts, carrying with it chunks of rock and shedding a rain of oxide.
Not a moment to lose. Kazuki bolts forward, his skin already ablaze as he prepares his next attack.
There is no missing in UNOVR. The steel behemoth twists, lashing his body at the oncoming hit.
Kazuki’s flaming knuckles collide not with a creaking hull, but instead with a clump of overgrowth. The damp moss extinguishes the flame and absorbs the worst of the impact. Tangles of seaweed cling to his arm like chains, pulling him in, and as he moves to rip himself free, Steelix pivots.
He’s launched through the air.
Cursing, flailing for a few precious seconds, his hand slaps the belt around his waist, its diadem glowing as it activates. In a fine display of acrobatics, he throws his legs forwards, flipping himself until his momentum leads him to wind his arms and throw them on the ground like double mallets.
The explosion that sounds propels him right back to his pokemon.
It’s a violent collision. This time, he hits hull, and Steelix’s rusted metal body keens with pain. A symphony of screeching and clanking as his parts scrape together, an abandoned wreckage fighting against the tide to save the captain who has chosen to join the waves with it.
Kazuki opens his eyes, lying atop his pokemon. He looks up and sees Steelix’s tail poised over his head protectively, shielding him from the parts that dislodge from its body and fall to the ground under them.
Kazuki snorts. “I beat your ass, but you took the win. You’re gonna beat the horse at tanking at this rate.”
There’s a sound like a rattling motor and Kazuki raises a brow in concern as he stands up. He knows his pokemon looks like this post-infection, but did it work like a literal ship? Did it need maintenance?
“Ow! Fuck, hey, back off!” he hisses as a keel cuts the skin of his cheek.
It’s there that he realizes the thing can not only nuzzle, but purr.
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Kazuki
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You Can't Take Me
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Post by Kazuki on Jul 1, 2023 16:03:28 GMT 9
Although Mudsdale had emerged from Bunya’s lab relatively unharmed, there had been a prominent change.
Kazuki can’t deny it, amused as he follows the race taking place. He’s never seen her this competitive. The identical Mudsdale twins are stampeding across the open plain, leaving flattened land and a slip n’ slide’s worth of oil. It’s disruptive; the smaller wild pokemon are getting stuck in the tar, while the bigger ones are slipping around uncontrollably. A Duraludon goes skating into a nearby tree.
None of it gets in the way of the competitors, however. They’re galloping so close to each other that they’re bashing together with every step. One horse slams the side of her head against the other and receives the same hit in turn. Their goopy ink manes mold together, turning them into a hurtling tanker truck.
<Move. You’re in my way.>
<Bold words from little miss tartar sauce.>
They’ve made it to the side of a rocky hill. Kazuki vaults over a boulder, whistling high for a good while, before he kicks a loose rock from the peak. It snowballs quickly, a landslide coming to rush down on the racing track.
The warning signal has given them just barely enough time to prepare. Both Mudsdale slam down their hooves at full force, charging everything under their feet and punching a hole through the veil of debris. They burst out of the rocky area.
Kazuki is already ahead, waiting by a stone arc that they’ve marked as the finish line. He raises his arm as the horses approach, waving it down as they crash through.
“It’s a tie!”
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Kazuki
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You Can't Take Me
The Creed
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Player Name: Himura Atsushi
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Post by Kazuki on Jul 2, 2023 19:09:31 GMT 9
Today, there is no stampede, no shattering earth or the roar of battle. He’s sitting in a field, the majority of his pokemon off training or bickering with each other a ways off, leaving him to fumble through his current task.
This current and very important task, that he has to take with the fine motor skills of a porcelain seller. He has a brush he took from Verai—a pink one with a paw print design that was apparently integral to use—and is doing his damndest not to fuck up.
Sprigatito purrs as the brush runs through his fur, undoing the many tangles that have accumulated in the long strands. He’s lying in Kazuki’s lap like a blanket. His coat has returned to a minty hue after Kazuki’s last foray into Mistra. <More to the left! You’re missing the spot!> he chirps, making consistent demands and pointing out mistakes with extreme prejudice, because apparently Verai has spoiled him rotten with his grooms.
Well, he’s turned rotten by Kazuki’s hand too, and that’s why the man holds his tongue and does as asked, until all of Sprigatito’s fur shines under the sun.
And it’s… a relief that he has his energy back. For a long time, it seemed as if he’d beaten the game’s rules and sat by death’s door. The fact he hasn’t fallen back into a deep sleep is itself a reward for the horrors Kazuki experienced at Mistra.
Now for the hard part.
While Sprigatito stays distracted, pawing a dead blade of grass, Kazuki takes out a small pair of pruning shears. He tries to bring it quietly to Sprigatito, but the kitten’s ear twitches, and he turns his big pink eyes at the thing before it touches him.
<Hey! What is that!> he hisses, about to hop away but Kazuki’s other hand grabs hold of him under his belly like a football.
“They’re pruning shears. I need to trim your roots.” The roots that have sprouted all over Sprigatito’s body, jutting and gnarled, thick and thin. Many of them camouflage into his fur reminiscent of wavy matting, while others, especially the strands growing from his legs, dangle long onto the ground like vines.
<Trim?! I don’t want a trim! I want brush! ONLY brush!> Sprigatito throws his head back and wails. <ONLYYYY BRUUUUSHHHH!>
“Stop crying! It’s just a trim! You’re not turning bald—“
<YOU’RE TURNING ME BALD?> Sprigatito begins to cry harder, flailing in Kazuki’s hand.
“For the love of—“
<WAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!>
Kazuki doesn’t know when the cat had learned to be so loud. Too much time with Kitten, likely. He struggles to wrestle Sprigatito with one hand, his other hand shaking as he tries very hard not to accidentally hurt the pokemon as he aims for the overgrowth. For the first time, he regrets having missed Verai’s stupid cat care lessons in favor of running from the police.
Snip! Snip! Snip!
It takes the better part of half an hour before the quick trim is done. By the end of it, his arms are sore and bearing a wealth of claw and bite marks, and both of them are exhausted. Sprigatito refuses to meet his eyes, betrayed as he lays half on the ground and half over Kazuki’s foot.
<Why?> he sobs.
Kazuki snorts, picking the roots off him. “You’ll move better this way for the raid. And I can’t let you set yourself on fire.”
That gets his attention. The kitten’s head swivels around. <Fire?>
“I’m getting you something to turn you into a fire type. You won’t be weak against flying moves—“
<Does that mean I get to do fireballs? Like what Kitten does!?> His eyes are shining.
“No.” The kitten deflates. “Not yet. But you’ll be able to play with Kitten without turning into a bonfire.”
Sprigatito springs up to his feet, and then takes a victory leap into the air, kicking Kazuki in the face by accident. <HOORAY!>
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Kazuki
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You Can't Take Me
The Creed
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Player Name: Himura Atsushi
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Post by Kazuki on Jul 8, 2023 13:20:37 GMT 9
After his team’s infection and subsequent transformation, Kazuki has been slowly acclimating himself to their new appearances. For the most part, it’s smooth— he’s seen enough horror by now that he thinks he’s grown accustomed.
But this one is— it’s taking a minute. Kazuki’s face is scrunched as he watches the red and white blur zoom down the designated track, pinging back into a seamless U-Turn, and it’s all too quick before it’s back in front of him.
Scorbunny grins smug. “That’s a new record, boss!” And hands him the baseball with five paws. They have all sprouted on his left side like caterpillar legs.
“That is fucking grrrEAT,” Kazuki grits out, because there’s a big fight coming up, and retaining team morale has been the biggest challenge thus far. He’s fucked up one too many times with this; he knows he has to hold his tongue, or none of his pokemon will want to fight out of shame or fear of scaring others. He reaches out, taking the ball from Scorbunny, who retracts all but one of his five paws, the nubby limbs disappearing into his marshmallow body.
Kazuki suppresses a shudder. Just think of the fight. Think of the fight. He reels back and prepares another throw.
When Scorbunny takes off, hooting and hollering, he can almost pretend he’s just running very fast, and not that he’s suddenly sprouted six legs and is somehow running on all of them.
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Kazuki
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You Can't Take Me
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Posts: 883
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Player Name: Himura Atsushi
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Post by Kazuki on Feb 22, 2024 13:39:56 GMT 9
The sun shone bright on the little field chosen for the day’s break. The Mudsdale twins grazed languidly (to other Pokémon) and competitively (to each other) by a river, while Floatzel and Gyarados waded in the lake connected to the end of it; the former whispering vigorously to keep the other’s eyes from wandering off to the side, where Steelix, Blaziken, Scorbunny, and Emboar lay waste upon a clearing in a two-versus-two sparring match.
By some miracle, Kazuki was not involved in any of the action. He was the farthest thing from it, sitting under the cool shade of a tree with a small group. He raised his hands, made two thumbs up that he pushed from his chest outward as if to jab someone’s eyes out, then pointed with an index. A smack landed on his arm, causing him to hiss. “What the hell!”
Pansear rolled his eyes, tapping a stick in his palm. He turned, tapping the end of the stick to a small chalkboard nailed into the old tree bark, where the sentences Clear, friendly movements. and Remember your facial expressions. were written on. Undeterred, the instructor turned back to the next student, motioning for the younger monkey to go next.
Chimchar appeared to hesitate, but after wringing his hands, he made the motion, taking care with his lip movements. A perfectly-signed ‘How are you’.
Pansear nodded his approval and Chimchar's eyes shined at his mentor.
Kazuki grumbled, wiping his face with his hand. “Why am I even doing this? I told you, I want you to teach the worm how to communicate, not me.”
Leech seemed to perk up where it had been sleeping over a pebble. <.-- --- .-. -- -.-.-->
Dragonite, who had been participating in the class as she watched over the fresh hatchling, tilted her head. <It would be quite… difficult… to sign with no hands… Is there no other method for them?>
Pansear pondered Leech for a moment, before turning to the chalkboard and wiping it clean with his tail. He picked up the little chalk piece from its perch on the board’s edge and began to write a series of letters, dots, and dashes.
Kazuki’s irritation slowly morphed into exasperation. “… You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Pansear ignored him, placing the chalk back down and picking up the stick. He tapped it on the dots beside ‘E’ ‘A’ and ‘T’, before proceeding to tap out the correct code slowly and clearly for the class. Chimchar was first to mimic it, tapping a stone.
Leech was practically bouncing on its rock like a slinky in its excitement, beeping quickly. <. .- - . .- - . .- - . .- - -.-.-->
Dragonite’s eyes ran between the board, Pansear, and Leech, before they grew with realization. She quickly jotted down a series of dots and dashes on the soil in front of her, practically stabbing it with her claw. Once certain, she tapped on the pebble until Leech turned to her, before painstakingly tapping out: <.- .-. . / -.-- --- ..- / .... ..- -. --. .-. -.-- ..--..>
Leech’s beeping reached crescendo. <-.-- . ... -.-.-->
“When I said ‘worm morse code’, I was fucking joking!” Kazuki threw his hands up. Here he was, hoping the first Pokémon he had ever hatched would be able to teach the baby worm, only for Pansear to turn around and tell him he's the one that needs to learn a new language. Dragonite swooped down to toss Leech in the air, delighting.
<I understand you! I speak your tongue, little one! And what a marvelous song you sing!> She laughed, throwing the baby zygarde in the air and catching them in her claws. It seemed bewildered at first, beeping frantically, only to realize the thrill of feeling wind on its body. Its fearbeeps became cheerbeeps.
Pansear raised his brows at Kazuki, whose eyes ripped away from the joyous dragons to glare daggers at the small monkey’s aura of smugness. Pansear tapped the board with the stick once more, as Kazuki hissed expletives and began scribbling furiously, as if he could stab the dots and dashes into his memory instead of through paper.
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