Wolf
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The Tempest
Mythstar
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Player Name: Genesis Fox
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Post by Wolf on Jul 13, 2023 11:06:30 GMT 9
FreeformZONE A to ZONE C
There was nothing but chaos, leaving Rhaenyra feeling lost beyond belief. So many questions ran through her head as the fight waged on. Who side were they on? Wasn’t the adjective to get the shrine form him? Was the Professor the villain in all of this? Is Zapdos a god? What in the heck did she miss?
There was no time to think. Zapdos attacks those who were the closest, quickly turning his attention to the hovering disk. Sharp pointed beak drilled into the platform, Rhaenyra leaping to the outer rim of the disk in an attempt to dodge the attack. She called for her pokemon to dodge. However, her type null refuses to go down. He stands his ground, growl echoing in his helmet. He attempts to fight back, only to be knocked out in the end. Izumi heard her trainers call, quick coming to her aid and effectively retreating from the attack.
She cursed, recalling her beloved type null before her panicked gaze met her braixen. “Move us! Now!” With a flick of her stick, the braixen used her escaped ability to move their location from zone a to zone c. And just as their reappeared on their new zone, the professor calls out to attack as moltres reveals her aid. Reaching into her pocket, Rhaenyra was quick to summon her next pokemon. The mashtomp materialized, eyes wide at the scene he was forced to take in all at once. “Izumi, stay close to me incase we need to move. Jethro, go.”
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Jinx
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The Tempest
Player Character
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Player Name: Sheila Michaels
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Post by Jinx on Jul 13, 2023 11:28:05 GMT 9
In all the chaos of the battle unfolding around her, Jinx had practically forgotten the egg that she was holding as she flitted about and commanded her Pokemon's attacks, caught up as she was in the fighting and all that came with it.
That was, until that egg started to hatch.
Jinx wasn't sure exactly when the first crack appeared, but she noticed it just after her Falinks, lovingly nicknamed the Horde, fell over and didn't get back up, their body (bodies?) unable to cope with the electricity crackling around them. Which... probably hadn't been helped by moving from the platform to literally on top of the electric bird enemy, and Jinx felt a pit in her stomach as she wondered if that move had been a mistake on her part, one that would prove fatal for the Horde.
Was the timing of the egg hatching a coincidence there? Or had it been hastened by not only all of the motion that came with the battle, but the vibration caused by six little Falinks soldiers collapsing, the movement every bit as synchronized as any other the Falinks made, six small bodies hitting the ground (the wing) in perfect unison?
Jinx didn't know, and it didn't really matter in the greater scheme of things, either. What mattered was her egg breaking open and revealing... a living snowflake?
Well, she definitely wasn't familiar with that Pokemon species. It looked neat, though. And was that a smile on its face, or a frown, or some strange mixture of the two? It was at least some sort of facial expression, wasn't it?
"Welcome to the world, baby." Jinx whispered--or tried to whisper, anyway, though she'd never been the best with controlling the volume of her voice, and the cacophony of the battle around her wasn't exactly helping matters there.
Jinx thought for a moment about what advice she could give to her newborn Pokemon, entering the world in the middle of an epic battle for... the Giant Shrine? The new area? Getting rid of the Corruption? Jinx was losing focus of what the actual, in-game goal here was supposed to be.
But she knew well enough that this Pokemon's first sight would be of a world filled with electricity high in the air, its first sound heard would be that of people and Pokemon warring amongst one another... what could she say to help guide this newborn Pokemon towards the right path in life, a life started in this setting of all places?
Jinx decided to keep it simple.
"Try not to get too overwhelmed, alright? It just gets better from here, I promise."
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Domino
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G.A.Y.
Round 2
Posts: 314
Trainer Class: 
Player Name: Hilda Faust
OOC Username: Stells
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Post by Domino on Jul 13, 2023 11:32:17 GMT 9
Mechanical (Easy)ZONE C > MOVING TO > ZONE B
"Wait—... Bart!"
She hates this part. She has always hated this part, long before UNOVR. It's the reason Hilda has never managed to finish any of her many nuzlocke attempts: she can't stand seeing Pokémon she cares for faint, because it always feels like she has failed them. Maybe, subconsciously, that's part of why she had decided to make Domino focus on the Support skill tree. Heals upon heals upon heals. Just like how having a Pokémon with Grassy Terrain in her team has become a sort of staple for her when playing some of the mainline games. Yet, no matter how much Bart may have helped heal others, nothing saves the Mew when being struck by thunder, not even the bubble gum pink bubble it surrounds itself in. The bubble pops, and just like that, Bart disappears from the field.
<'Goooooo...'> There's static in the air now, and between the distress in the Ditto's often-joyful cooing and the way his HP bar takes a brutal hit, that's all she needs to know. She doesn't look downwards towards Blobert, she doesn't say anything at all; she simply continues to look ahead while holding the Ditto in her arms even tighter... until he disappears too. Flash of light and back to his Pokéball.
What now?
What's the point of all this?
Why are they fighting?
For the Professor? For Asper? For what's right, good, and fair?
None of this feels right or good or fair, though. Everyone's just getting hurt: their Pokémon, Zapdos, and in many ways, even the professor and the players themselves. Is this really okay? She had told people they should aim for the shrine in the hope that the battle wouldn't result in too many casualties, and Ash had said so just now too, but should they even take the shrine after all? Should they be fighting at all?
She doesn't voice any of her questions to those around her, she doesn't even show how concerned she truly is, but standing on one of Zapdos' wings all on her own, Domino listens to what those around her have to say about all this. She listens to their doubts, their worries, their fears, and their determination too. Many come to decisions quickly, but Domino?
No matter how much she may push herself to pretend otherwise, Hilda's indecisiveness seeps through.
"Ah... fuck it." She finally says to herself in frustration, brow furrowing and a deep sigh escaping her lips while she reaches into one of her jacket's pockets for what looks suspiciously like a pack of cigarettes. "I'll leave it up to them."
She's here to support others, and so she will do as much, this time with a proud and vicious-looking Charizard by her side — the Pokémon that had been the starter given to her by Professor Ash.
"Pause. Before you get any ideas, Bal—" She begins, interrupting the winged lizard's mighty roar. A single cigarette is nonchalantly held by the flame at the Pokémon's tail, using it as an improvised lighter. "We're here to help others, not to attack Zapdos, ya feel? Yeah, yeah, I know you're mighty and strong and all that, but come on, dude, use that might to heal our homies, no?"
The Charizard huffs out smoke in annoyance but Domino simply smirks, patting the Pokémon's side before stepping forward. With her every step, harmless flames are left upon Zapdos' dark feathers, flashing technicolour in the light she reflects, but these effects are ignored by Domino, just as the thin trail of smoke that fades away in the storm is as well.
"Come on, let's go where people are gathering. We're gonna give them some sweet heals."
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System Admin
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Administrator
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Player Name: System
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Post by System Admin on Jul 14, 2023 1:11:54 GMT 9
The channels are flooded with trainer responses. Some are responsive, promising to follow through. Others plead for time. Still more challenge her, demanding answers. Someone even puts their Sprigatito on the line. “Stop that immediately!” Cygnus barks over the meowing, “We are in the middle of a battle!”
Ash is reeling. I didn't think you would believe me. Professor, you really can't hear Zapdos, huh? Or the other Pokemon? The players are losing faith in you. Pokemon can talk, silly. I told you that. No one cares, Ash. What do you know, you crazy lady?! What reason do we have to help you? This… doesn’t feel right… What we're doing is simply stealing from them without any justification.
Maybe you shouldn't be a Professor at all.
Her hands shake.
“I care very much about Pokemon,” she says when she finally gets back on the line. Cold. Not because she has no emotions, but because she has iron control over them. “Never accuse me of not caring.”
“My study is the supernatural. Powers we know little about. Phenomena never-before-seen by humankind, or hinted only at in legends. Phenomena, I daresay, like... you.”
People who threw beakers at her head. People who complimented her 'textures.' People who jumped pointlessly and ran into walls and spoke like they were tourists from another world. People with strange powers, with smoldering footsteps and flowers growing in their hair.
People who could hear Pokémon speak.
Who are you?
She doesn't ask the game-breaking question that sizzles on the tip of her tongue. Instead, as the feelings of shock, shame, and frustration boil to a head, she shouts.
“When I said research, I meant my job.”
The outburst is unexpected. Slowly, Cygnus turns to look at her.
“As you know, this expedition— to map and survey UNOVR— is privately funded. I was put in charge of it. Its success is my responsibility. So is its failure.” Her words are clipped, staccato, far from her usual level of eloquence and detail. “Trainers, I did not tell you this because I did not want to burden you with the knowledge. I have milked my research grant dry surveying the Steppes, studying the power readings between the Shrines, mapping their relationship to Mistra. We are so close. If I was not confident that placing the Giant Shrine back in its seat of power would work, would I have used almost all of my personal savings to finance this last mission? No! There was simply no other choice.”
She hesitates, then continues, resolve firming in her tone.
“The three active shrines in their correct places do have the power to cleanse Mistra. It will work,” she repeats. “It worked on Beta Island. It will work here.”
“It will work,” says Zapdos, and Ash falls silent as the hoarse, unintelligible cries of the titanic bird echo through her audio feed. “But you'll kill us in the process. Foolish, meddling woman!”  THUNDERFALL: CYCLE 4At this hour, lie at my mercy all mine enemies Zapdos seems to have finally noticed the speakers on the collapsing platform and directs his snarl towards them. Embers sizzle in his feathers. “Depleting the shrines uses our power. Our life energy. Has anyone seen Kyogre recently? NO! What will I be at the end of your little suicide mission? A fragment of spirit? A voice on the wind?”
The storm is building. Thunder crashes from somewhere high above and the drizzle becomes a downpour. Water pours down, running off your shoulders like waterfalls.
“I will not die to expand humanity’s horizons!” Ancientpower flows from his body, manifesting in the shapes of huge, pointed stones that players hurry to quickly dispel. Zapdos does not seem to notice. His hoarse scream echoes over the pounding rain. “I will not sacrifice myself to slice away one segment of a many-legged parasite!”
“Find another way!”
“What's he saying?” Ash asks in a low voice. “Is he angry? Is he… hurt?”
A pang of doubt consumes her. What Laguna said seems to echo in her ears. What happens to the Pokemon when their shrine goes empty? What kind of sacrifice are we making?
Ash isn’t telling you something.
She has done this for you.
Ash knows nothing of whiting out or pain thresholds. Ash chose to protect the lives of you and your Pokemon. She chose the safe route, the mountains north of the Steppes, the only area within viable range of the three Asper Shrines.
The world turns on tough choices. Clashing desires. Though Ash realizes now she has no idea who any of you truly are, the principle still stands. Even if the Shrine rightfully belongs to Zapdos, progress and safety for her team take first priority.
Ash takes a deep breath. “Tell Zapdos I’m sorry.”
She turns to Cygnus, turning off the mic. "Cygnus, they're almost within range. Initialize the magnetic cannons. Once they're locked on, fire."
The mustached man gives a short nod. "Affirmative. Squad D in formation, Mega-Evolving now. Hah! That'll give Zapdos a run for his money. I'm with you all the way, Professor. You've always known what's best."
Ash does not correct him. ZONE A
** WARNING: IMMINENT COLLAPSE. VERTICAL GENERATORS OFFLINE. **
Fractures spiderweb across the platform. Pieces begin to rain down from above, opening pitfalls in the once-stable ground beneath your feet. Zapdos sees it crack and snarls. “The thing breaks?” he demands incredulously. He wheels around.
“This is the device humanity constructed to end me? This weak disc? Your feeble craftsmanship insults your fighting spirit.”
He plucks the falling players from the air, snatching them up clumsily with claws and beak. He flips people pell-mell over his head, trusting them to land safely in the jagged feathers of his back. It is not a nice rescue. Bones will be broken. And yet, you live.
No sooner has he done this than the burning Moltres Spirits are at his throat. They roar along his body, burning his golden feathers and filling the air with keratin smoke and ozone. Ephemeral claws and phantom fangs rake flaming wounds up his neck, keeping his furious eyes off the players.
While Zapdos is distracted, something happens.
{SECONDARY OBJECTIVE: PRECIPICE}
Anyone watching from the main raid sees only a series of shimmering pink bubbles appear before psychic Dreamer portals spirit away eight of their friends. Minutes later, the portals reappear, safely depositing the missing players back where they came from. Notably, they retain their outfit change, as if it takes some time for that particular aspect of the dream to wear off.
But now we're all back in one place. Cannons charging below, thunder crackling on high.
The fight continues. Now you know what's on the line. But there's nothing you can do from here, save surrender. Giving up doesn't change things. Running away only delays your decision. To take action— for or against the ones who brought you here— you will need to descend. Escape the storm. Reach altitude 2.
Then, your choice will become clear.
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Post by System Admin on Jul 14, 2023 1:12:57 GMT 9
 [tangent= ALTITUDE: 3
Zapdos has fallen to Altitude 3, just below cloud level, where driving rain assaults the players from all directions. Pokemon all take 20 Water DMG per cycle. If your Pokemon is weak to this type, they will take 40 DMG instead.
] ALTITUDE: 3[/tangent] [tangent=ZONE A
The elevator, a flat disc of metal magnetically suspended above the ground. The device has been destroyed.
This Zone is no longer available. Players who ended their turn here were picked up by Zapdos and may choose to start in either Zone B or C instead. ]ZONE A[/tangent] | [tangent=ZONES B & C
Zapdos's left and right wings, two enormous planes of black feathers. Each is the length of a football field.On his turn, Zapdos will make a standard attack on these Zones from his moveset. Environmental Damage: 20  ]ZONES B & C[/tangent] | [tangent=ZONE D*
The airspace around Zapdos and the rest of the battlefield. It surges with dark clouds and flashes of lightning below.*Only available to players who participated in MILE HIGH CLUB (pre-event) On his turn, Zapdos will make a standard attack on this Zone from his moveset. Environmental Damage: 20 ]ZONE D[/tangent][right][h5][font size="3"]Freeform[/font][/h5][/right][blockquote][h3][b]ZONE A[/b][/h3]
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[quote style="margin:-10px;"][center][u]Pokemon 1 - Tank/Sweeper/Support | Pokemon 2 - Tank/Sweeper/Support[/u][/center]
[b]Core Abilities:[/b] Disrupt and/or Escape
[b]Freeform Action:[/b] 100 DMG or 50 Healing
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[u]GOAL (ALTITUDE 2):[/u] 5141/5141CYCLE 3 TEMPLATE - MECHANICAL (EASY)[right][h5][font size="3"]Mechanical (Easy)[/font][/h5][/right][blockquote][h3][b]ZONE A[/b][/h3]
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[quote style="margin:-10px;"][center][u]Pokemon 1 Species - Tank/Sweeper/Support - 0/0 HP[/u][/center]
[a href=""]Link to Roll[/a]
[b]Core Ability:[/b] None
[b]Action:[/b] None
[b]Battle Log:[/b]
- Took ? DMG from Strain/Energy Drain
- Took 20 :water: DMG from Environment
- Other (Healing, Buffs, etc)[/quote]
[quote style="margin:-10px;"][center][u]Pokemon 2 Species - Tank/Sweeper/Support - 0/0 HP[/u][/center]
[a href=""]Link to Roll[/a]
[b]Core Ability:[/b] None
[b]Action:[/b] None
[b]Battle Log:[/b]
- Took ? DMG from Strain/Energy Drain
- Took 20 :water: Dmg from Environment
- Other (Healing, Buffs, etc)[/quote][/blockquote]
[u]GOAL (ALTITUDE 2):[/u] 5141/5141CYCLE 3 TEMPLATE - MECHANICAL (HARD)[right][h5][font size="3"]Mechanical (Hard)[/font][/h5][/right][blockquote][h3][b]ZONE A[/b][/h3]
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[quote style="margin:-10px;"][center][u]Pokemon 1 Species - Tank/Sweeper/Support - 0/0 HP[/u][/center]
[a href=""]Link to Roll[/a]
[b]Core Ability:[/b] None
[b]Action:[/b] None
[b]Battle Log:[/b]
- Took ? DMG from Strain/Energy Drain
- Took 20 :water: Dmg from Environment
- Other (Healing, Buffs, etc)[/quote]
[quote style="margin:-10px;"][center][u]Pokemon 2 Species - Tank/Sweeper/Support - 0/0 HP[/u][/center]
[a href=""]Link to Roll[/a]
[b]Core Ability:[/b] None
[b]Action:[/b] None
[b]Battle Log:[/b]
- Took ? DMG from Strain/Energy Drain
- Took 20 :water: Dmg from Environment
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odile
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The Tempest
Round 2
Posts: 125
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Player Name: Claudia Kingsley
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Post by odile on Jul 14, 2023 10:32:00 GMT 9
#s://cdn~donmai~us/sample/95/e8/__surtr_arknights_drawn_by_qinglan805__sample-95e81f745373257226c39f19a2e6433c~jpg FreeformZONE B
Never accuse me of not caring.
Odile wanted to bite back. She hadn't said that. She just thought some introspection was in order! Was... was that wrong? She didn't think so! They were doing this all on incomplete data. Odile didn't know the whole story. Ash didn't know the whole story. Zapdos likely didn't know it either. They there were, working off of assumptions, hoping that something works. That attacks are enough. That invaders are repelled. That a giant thunderbird is brought down with his metal wand.
Phenomena like... them? Okay some of the folks here were weird and definitively spoke to NPCs like, well, they were NPCs. She hadn't. Odile had always wondered what that would do to them. What they would think. She did her best to treat them as real people, because to them, they were. No mentions of UI or gameplay elements or what have you. But that was just her. That probably did little to stem the questions of all the others, doing things that you would never do in front of a real person.
No wonder she thought they were all nutjobs.
There was so many things she wanted to say to Ash; perhaps chiefly, an apology. The Professor spoke on her livelihood; what would happen to her after this if this was a failure? Where did that leave Ash? Odile didn't know. She had no clue where Ash was from, where she got her degree, who funded her. Nothing at all. They were two strangers, asking questions that the other couldn't answer. Is that how you treat another person girl?
Odile didn't know a lot, but she did knew a few things. About her moral fiber, the tree of her life and what she believed in. "Your livelihood isn't worth his life." she whispered to the whipping winds, closing her eyes as tears of rain splattered against her cheeks.
"You will still live even if this does not succeed. Maybe not graciously, but you will live. He can't say the same."
There was iron in her mouth, blooming.
She looked towards the platform she had abandoned, bit after bit falling apart. Not unlike herself, really. The great bird picks up player after player, throwing them to safety. How was she ever supposed to hurt him when he was saving the ones trying to bring him down? He could let them fall. He truly could. Odile would be horrified, but... would it not be understandable?
What do you do here?
Her UI was brought up, fingers moving with an urgency. There were a few people she needed to contact. Raid chat, someone else. The first person she brought up was Kallisto.
Hey. I just wanted to ask you something? What do you think of all this? There's so much happening that I can barely think. I hope things just go well at the end of this. Please let me know if you need help Kal. I'll come running.
The next was someone she hadn't actually spoken to, but they shared the same guild, and honestly? Domino looked really smart. Smarter than her. She could use someone smarter than her right about now.
Listen, I know we haven't like ever actually talked or anything, but we're in the same guild and I thought that maybe you could help me out here. I'm just trying to figure out what to do here. Any thoughts you could spare? If you even see this message before the raid is over. If not all good!
She swiped the UI down, eyes turning down to the two Pokemon at her feet. "Giselle, Aurora, I... what do I...?" She looked down at the Mareep and Glaceon, who clearly had some ideas of their own. Smart girls. They knew what they wanted. She could use that light in her life right now. "What do you think?"
The little lamb was silent for a moment before speaking. "As someone who died when I didn't want to... I wasn't happy. You saw me. I was running away from everything. I will never run away again. I will fight head on. I think that's what Zapdos is thinking. He's fighting. And I will fight alongside you with whatever you think! I think... I think you're good. Maybe too good."
"Finally she's speaking some sense." Aurora huffed, licking a paw; not that did much with all the rain falling on them. "Odile, dear, have some faith in you is what I think. I don't really care about this Ash lady, I don't really care about Zapdos. I think they're all idiots, personally, though I do feel more sympathy for the bird we're on. We did bring the fight to him, and you can't force him to die for this. Well, you can, but that's not the person you are. You're too nice of a person, too caring. Think about the situation, about whatever darkness is consuming the land. About what it'll mean to do one decision over the other. I think... you just need to learn to be at peace with what you decide to do. I don't think we get out of here with everyone being happy. So just... follow your heart dear. We both think it's a good one."
Claudia had gotten the old 'follow your heart' line a few times before. Mainly from her father. Would she be on the career path she was on without him? Would she still be strapping her pointes on for another performance without his encouragement? She had to wonder what he would think of all this. What would he decide? Her mother always complained that she was too much like her father. Too soft.
Well, Odile knew what she wasn't going to do, which narrowed down the options.
What she wasn't expecting was the bubbles of all things. Pink, pearlescent, like she was in the biggest bath bomb known to man. Was... that a castle she was seeing? How gorgeous. Looked like one out of a storybook. She hadn't even realized she had touched one until she felt the little bits pop in her face.
The scenery changed. From the deafening storm came sweet silence. Mist surrounded her as she floated above, looking down at the—wait she was floating.
The next thing she registered was the too familiar feeling of the wooden box of pointe shoes around her feet, gel pads cushioning her toes. Black satin tied neatly against her ankles, white stockings covering her legs. The black dress ended as a tutu, elegant and beautiful, the silk and tuelle combining together to make her most favorite role she had played, and the most prodigious.
Odile, the Black Swan. How fitting.
She wasn't the only one here. Others floated around her, dressed differently from the raid. Why? Had they done something to trigger this? Her eyes strayed to the mirror, watching the fight go on, her heart sinking into her stomach. They weren't trapped there, were they?
Thankfully, the Queen had said otherwise. She looked so lovely with those gems around. The King... The King was Articuno? Odile remained utterly silent as he spoke, drinking in every word like she was a starving woman in the desert, offered sweet water for salvation.
He had hid here. Waiting for the storm to be over, a time that would never come. Her shoulders drooped. He seemed... ready. Ready for what? Something she did not want to speak of.
She had a feeling she knew where this was going. True heroes. There was iron in her throat she could not swallow back.
She gave the king a soft, solemn smile and nod as bubbles swallowed her up again, whisking her away.
He was right. Nothing went on forever. Dreams, this raid. There had to be an end.
So just... follow your heart dear. We both think it's a good one.
Odile prayed with all her heart she wasn't going to betray her Pokemon for believing that.
"Zapdos!" She called out, taking step after step closing to the head of the Legendary. "Zapdos, please listen. It's your brother, Articuno. I just saw him. He brought me to that world he's in. He... he told me tell you that he has finished living out his fantasy. I don't know him. I only met him for a few minutes, but you know him. I think... you know what he means by that."
The swan's hand rested on her chest, water sliding off of her tutu like they were feathers. "I won't fight you. I cannot or will not be the one to bring you down. I don't have the heart or stomach for that. But if nothing else, I do urge you to think about your brother, and what he has said. I've... never had a sibling before, but from what little I saw, I know he cares for you. Deeply. As family should. He's... he's ready. For whatever lays ahead."
She just hoped she was ready as well, for the road ahead.
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Tuesday
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Battle Legend
The Creed
Posts: 1,602
Trainer Class: 
Player Name: Martín 'Mars' Marzán
OOC Username: Stells
Arena Points: 138
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Post by Tuesday on Jul 14, 2023 12:22:03 GMT 9
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/1011703533558566924/1129184093414895667/00TA00~jpg Mechanical (Hard)ZONE D
In a moment, everything changes. Tuesday sees it: a summon from that place she dreads for reasons no one else seems to understand, and although her dread is still all too real and present despite the loss of her hatred for a certain ice entity, she still chooses to answer the Dream Kingdom's calling and step through the portal...
Do not settle for this land of dust and solitude.
In this place, the shining Alchemist knight is no longer simply a knight. Clad in black she's a Champion, as made clear by the wreath of dark spikes that crowns her now, right beneath her ever-soft cat ears. The once pearlescent white feathers of her Rainbow Flame Cloak are now as black as crow's, shimmering with iridescence while she floats above the Dream Palace's Throne Room. Fearsome and deadly, the Champion looks just as she did back when her own Articuno hatched in this world, but her once lilac sash is now of a royal blue, and Abaddon is not with her anymore. In fact, she has no Pokémon with her at all.
"We meet again." She tells both Articuno and Rubella (Ruby) with no fear in her heart or tone now that there are no delusions to shackle her, not addressing them with the deference of a Champion to her rulers, but as old acquaintances — perhaps even friends. That's all she says at first, simply listening to what they have to say, and once Articuno is done conveying his wishes, it's solemnly that she nods in return. "You know, Articuno, there's this quote you and this kingdom remind me of... It goes something like this: 'They've promised that dreams can come true - but forgot to mention that nightmares are dreams, too.'"
She tilts her head, giving a faint smile to the entity of the Precipice, and although unexpected even to her, in the Champion's expression there is a certain sorrow when she speaks her goodbyes to him:
"I'm sorry that things are this way for you. I wish it could have been different... I tried. I can't speak for everyone here, but I relay what I can of your message to Zapdos... Articuno, may this dream end gloriously."
Even when she's not present at all, it's Abaddon's voice that rings in Tuesday's mind when within the Dream Kingdom:
A long battle awaits you but you will be
Triumphant.
The ecstatic smile she had wore before her departure is now replaced by somber dignity when summoning her next companion. A magnificent Sawsbuck hops out of a portal with grace, standing on the solar surfer that had been left with no one to command its fallen sail. Lush leaves of metallic sheen growing all over his antlers, and he's clad in armour of beautiful engraving reminiscent of that which adorns the armour often wore by Tuesday herself. However, the Alchemist's own armour has been replaced, and sat sidesaddled on the large stag that bears no saddle at all, she is still dressed as dark knight and Champion. She's as glorious as she's fearsome, dazzling, sublime, illustrious, awe-inspiring, and perhaps maybe intimidating... that is, of course, up until the moment she wolf whistles.
"Yo. Verai, Kazuki, pretty damn sure that's not the kind of Mile High Club Cygnus meant! But, like, honestly? All the power to you. Now, I'm all for love and what not, but we're midair, fighting a giant fucking bird, and I have really important shit to tell you. Hold each other and listen close, lovebirds." Just like that, thanks to the frankly adorable (and very blackmail-worthy) actions of two of her friends, Tuesday smirks once again, although there is now a seriousness to her expression that had not been present until her return. When she speaks, she doesn't do it just for them: she raises her voice so that everyone nearby will hear her, hoping the Professor will as well. "We just went to the Dream Kingdom and spoke to Articuno. He believes that humanity can save Asper; that we're the ones they've been waiting for. He wants to make this sacrifice and be a hero. So, I'm asking you all, do you want to listen to his wishes?"
Why is she doing this? Tuesday does not care for being a hero, she had decided that she's here for the joy and excitement the battle brings her, but most of those around her are not the same, and who is she to take away from their enjoyment? If she can provide information, she will. In fact, she will go even farther.
A Pokéball is tossed in the air, and with a bellowed whale-song that rings in perfect symphony with the downpour around them, a juvenile Kyogre emerges. He too is clad in magnificent armour.
"Zapdos is right, the shrine's Kyogre is gone, but that doesn't mean that Kyogre's legacy is forever lost. Its spirit lives on in every Kyogre that has ever hatched, in every small leviathan that a trainer has cared for. It's not the same Kyogre, yes, but this is UNOVR and death is never the end. If you want to convince Zapdos of making this sacrifice, remind him of this: an end may just mean a new beginning."
From her seat atop Bartók's back, Tuesday looks at her Kyogre, and instead of giving an absolute command, a question is asked: "Legion, what would you do in Zapdos' place?"
<'S̨̩̼̺̲͓̳͔ͯ̊A̷̜̫̲̲̎C̛̲͍̘͔̰̹ͦ͊̍R̳̬̬͈̮͉͈͒ͣ͠Ĭ̧͚̰̳̦F̡̱̹̼̩̼́ͯĮ̭̲̦̻̙̩̖̔͂̽͗C̶̰̤ͪ̋̏Ē̬͇̩͖̳̒͠.̲̮̥̞̫̜̘͕ͯͭ̑͌͝'> The young leviathan sings in a voice as cold and deep as the seas of which he's entity, blood red eyes staring directly at the gargantuan bird that makes him look miniscule by comparison. A miniature legend with a voice like roaring waterfalls. <'WE ARE NOT END NOR BEGINNING. WE ARE ONE AMONGST MANY. WE ARE BUT A PART OF SOMETHING GREATER. THAT WHICH HAS FALLEN SHALL RISE AGAIN. THAT WHICH HAS RISEN SHALL FALL ONE DAY. UNTIL THAT DAY COMES, OUR POWER SHALL BE USED TO AID THAT OF WHICH WE ARE PART.'>
LEGION USES CORE ABILITY: MAX REVIVE
Tuesday had not given the command. Hell, when asking Legion to speak, she never had expected this result. Yet, the Core Ability is used all the same, and before her, the blades that had been dulled in her last strike appear before her, now returned to their sharp and dangerous glory. Tyrfing. Her Doublade. Triumphantly, Legion bellows one last note, his voice echoing in the downpour when he disappears in a beam of light, having fainted thanks to the use of revive and returned on his Pokéball:
<'MY NAME IS LEGION, FOR WE ARE MANY.'>
Perhaps that's what the Ceaseless Downpour is supposed to be. That's what it is in the eyes of Legion, at least. Cherishing this gift and resolute in respecting the wishes of the small leviathan she had raised, Tuesday holds onto Tyrfing tightly, a blade in each hand. This is it. It's time.
She looks around her, her gaze falling on the little girl she has come to know well, and at that moment, she smiles for Rose Garden.
"Rosie, do you want to help the Professor still? I bet all this is a little scary, huh? Don't worry, we've got this. I'm gonna go down there and hit that shrine as hard as I can, and you just focus on having a great time, yeah? That's what matters most! I'll be right back." She winks, and at that very second, she jumps off the Sawsbuck's back, giving a single command: "Cheer for us, Bartók."
That's all she asks from him, and the magnificent armoured Sawsbuck delivers: a resounding growl can be heard behind her as she glides down towards the shrine, Bartók's ice cold war cry. In her hands, Tyrfing laughs, every word spoken ringing twice.
<'We return triumphant, child. Let's slash together until the end once again comes.'>
Once more, they dance.
High heels touch the metal of the shrine instead of ground, but even then, Tuesday does not hesitate. In a fighting stance, she leads Tyrfing into the first strike, quickly followed by perfectly synchronized slashes and cuts. Both blades are in her hands, and with them, she fights. They're not dulled this time. They do not disappear. They remain sharp, never leaving her hands.
"ZAPDOS!" She calls with her next strike. "odile is telling you the truth! We spoke to Articuno! He said that Dreams are meant to be temporary! It's time, Zapdos! What do you say? Let's have one last glorious battle!"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2023 16:54:48 GMT 9
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/1125009407164567562/1128300472147660901/comet7~jpg FreeformCOMET | ZONE A >>> ZONE B
KIMCHI | ZONE B
The world crumbled before his eyes.
Kimchi could see no way for him to jump back to the platform; the platform that was fracturing and breaking and falling away. He could see silhouettes fall, figures of humans, of players, falling to their death. The surroundings blurred from the rain and fire and chaos, the noise a cacophony that he could not decipher. This is supposed to be a game, isn't it? What happened then when a player died? Would they still breathe? Was he also breathing? A heart, where was it? Did it stop, did it ever start?
<COMET!!>
Truth to be told, his thoughts from earlier had yet to be properly processed - it seemed that they were acting without even fully knowing what they were fighting for, and he heard, he watched the other players react, realizing their mistake. When his own trainer didn't seem perturbed, he...couldn't understand it. Well, he knew from the start that his trainer seemed so nonchalant about the world, talking about some things that made no sense. But he didn't seem like a bad person, and in a way, he was just a kid.
But he couldn't exactly explain what drove him to leave his trainer at that moment; a decision that sealed his fate to plunge with the crumbling platform. Kimchi could only watch helplessly on the portion where neck and wing connected to see if he could spot Comet anywhere, and if he would take the risk to fall with him. Despite being injured, Zapdos moved forward, using his beak to Pluck the falling players; a surprising magnanimous act that gave him hope. When he finally spotted his trainer, the legendary grabbed and tossed him up in the air, aiming for anywhere on the backside. The Cinderace immediately sprung into action to try to catch him, and in that brief moment, with their eyes meeting, he was just glad that his human was still alive. ❝Kimchi!!❞
Both of them would crash onto Zapdos' jagged feathers. The Cinderace groaned, and so did his trainer, but it was clear that Comet was in worse shape, unable to move without crying out in pain. <Comet, I-->
❝Gah, no, me first! I'm--I'm really sorry!❞ he had managed to prop himself upright, but from the way he was clutching the area between his stomach and his chest, the Cinderace knew that something had broken. ❝I said a really stupid thing, I thought--❞
<No, you...you're not from here, right? You're different. I can't exactly fault you for thinking that way, so it really should be me who should say sorry.>
❝Well, you're a Cinderace, and I'm just a kid.❞
<You know what I mean!>
He hadn't intended to raise his voice then; the tiniest spark of his temper immediately simmered into nothing, especially with how his trainer looked at him. <This is all fake to you, right? I felt it; something that told me who I should be. And I didn't want to accept it. That's why--> Kimchi suddenly cut his words short to grab his trainer and move away from a projectile that zoomed past them. <This is the worst place to talk about this!>
❝I noticed!❞ and then he let out another pained noise, curling towards his Pokemon for body heat. Not only was he hurt, but the wind and rain made the whole place cold. They really needed to get out of here, but how? There was no platform to escape to. There was only...
❝Kimchi.❞ his trainer called his attention, and he was clenching his teeth, ❝I didn't get to ask, but...what do you want to do? I should've...I should've asked you then, before you went ahead.❞
There was only one option to end this. Damn what he was programmed to do, damn whatever world-changing event was happening here, he wanted to get Comet somewhere safe, and Zapdos' back was anywhere but safe.
<I want Zapdos to land.>
He made sure that Comet was nearby other trainers that could support him if needed be before leaving to join the other Pokemon in the fight. As much as he didn't want to leave him again, there was no way he could carry him while attacking, so there was no other choice. Determined, he let his feet light ablaze, fighting rain with fire, and ran towards the lightning's head. <Zapdos! I am here to say thank you, and I'm sorry. I must ask you to yield!>
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Kath Ulu
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Hard Mode Survivor
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Post by Kath Ulu on Jul 14, 2023 17:29:22 GMT 9
Mechanical (Hard)ZONE B
Kath looked to Treecko.
"What do we do?"
Treecko looked back.
"I don't know."
Monsoon levels of rain bucketed down on Zapdos' wing. It was like a tsunami, breaching over Zapdos' back and breaking as it cascaded down the Left Wing toward them.
Kath braced herself against the torrent, which smashed into her with a tidal force.
"Ah!" She yelled. She was immediately submerged up to the waist. She tried to walk forward, but it was like being hit in the chest by a Tauros with each wave. Each movement took a tremendous amount of strength, and every time she took a step she risked being swept off her feet.
"TREECKO!" She called over the roar of the waves. "WHERE ARE YOU?!"
She'd been right next to her. Kath looked around, and her wet ponytail whipped water around her head as she turned back and forth. There was no sign of the little pokemon anywhere.
"Kath!" Came the reply.
Kath looked up, and had a moment of relief.
"Got her right here, Captain!" First Lieutenant Piper of Kath Ulu's Royal Air Force was holding Treecko in her talons, beating her wings like a bird possessed. "Wouldn't want her to get washed away!"
"This is actually the first time we met," the glistening Treecko looked up at her saviour in admiraiton.
"Get outta here," Kath said. "I'll need you later."
Treecko nodded, and for once didn't argue with Kath's command.
TREECKO used ESCAPE!
Kath closed her eyes. Her clothes were drenched, and she smiled. The sound of it was like a million little pokemon stamping their feet all at once.
Kath opened her mouth. She tasted the rain as it poured down.
It tasted like nothing at all.
"First Lieutenant," She said. Her voice projected over the noise.
"Captain?"
"Assemble your squadron. We need Zapdos to descend. Whether we make this sacrifice or not… we need to bring Zapdos down."
"Understood, Captain! Weapons free?"
"No," Kath said with conviction. "No, we do this right."
The little pikipek looked at the colossal, incomprehensibly large pokemon that was so big it seemed to have its own gravitational pull.
Piper used Pluck!
"Not a problem, Captain!" Piper said, plucking up some courage. "I'll talk him down! Ala-a-ala!"
She flapped into the rain. The water made it difficult, but no impossible, and nothing the little fighter couldn't take on.
"Come on, lads!" She shouted. "Let's do some convincing!"
PIPER USED RECOIL!
As if summoned by her very call, a dozen little quails flocked to her side. They flew in formation, avoiding the largest of the waves that threatened to knock them out of the sky, and made for Zapdos' imposing face.
As they arrived, they flew in front, heaving with each flap to keep up with the monstrous legendary. From a distance, they looked like merely a speck in Zapdos' eye.
"Zapdos!" Piper called out, and when she did, a dozen voices called out with her.
Piper used ECHOED VOICE!
"Hello, Zapdos!"
"Fellow bird!"
"We're all gonna die!"
"We don't want a war! In fact, this is a mission of peace!" Piper yelled.
'We come in peace!"
"Make love, not war!"
"We're so fucked!"
"But you know, the first step of de-escalation is to de-scend out of this storm!" Piper cheered, heartily grinnning with confidence.
"De-escalate!"
"De-scend!"
"De-ad! That's what we're all gonna be!"
Kath watched in awe as Zapdos banked. It seemed as if, in some way, it was actually listening to them. Zapdos' altitude was actually being affected by the First Lieutenant's pluck!
But would it be enough?
Kath looked around. Sure, Zapdos was descending… somewhat.
But was this worth it?
Was bringing Zapdos down… reclaiming the shrine…
It WOULD drive out corruption in an area. That was a lot of corrupted pokemon SAVED. Kath thought about what it was like.. when Bulby and Grookey became corrupted, and chased Tuesday through the kitchen. That was awful.
Of course they needed to be saved.
But at what cost?
"Bergamot Gristleborg !" Kath yelled. "Fellow Dark Sider… What do YOU think? Do the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few, or the one?"
Kath was ready for the response, but one way or the other she HAD to get out of this monsoon. It was too much - she was about to be swept away.
And the only way out was further down.
So Kath did what she did best.
She reached into her pouch and pulled out a pokeball.
"Alright buddy, I'm counting on you," she whispered to the green, twig covered pokeball.
"GROOKEY! I CHOOSE YOU!"
The scent of freshly cut grass appeared like in a dream; the sound of bongos played in the wind; auburn leaves whipped around a miniature tornado; and with a burst of Autumn, Grookey appeared.
"Hey, baby! It's me, Grookey!"
"Grookey!" Kath shouted.
She grabbed him by the head so he wasn't IMMEDIATELY swept away.
Grookey didn't even try to resist the unstoppable current. He just let his body ragdoll in the waves like a fucking baby, as Kath stopped him from being washed over.
"We goin' swimmin'?" He asked.
"No!" Kath yelled. "Grookey! We need Zapdos to descend!"
Grookey's eyes glanced up.
There was so much water, Zapdos looked like a breaching blue whale. The edges of his wings looked like waterfalls.
"Which one's Zapdos?" Grookey frowned.
"WE'RE STANDING ON ZAPDOS!" Kath yelled, with love.
"Oh okay," Grookey said. He leapt up and out of Kath's hands and landed on her shoulder. He pulled out his poking stick and prodded the incoming waves. "You want me to fight the ground???"
"I don't want to fight him," Kath said, looking fondly at the little monkey. "We're not here to kill Zapdos. We're only trying to convince him to descend!"
"Manipulate him to descend?"
"PERSUADE him to descend!"
"You got it baby!"
Grookey pulled out a second, BIGGER stick, and stuck it into the waves. He launched himself off of Kath's shoulder and swung forward like a pole-vaulter in a flood.
"Hey, Zapdos!" He yelled. "Baby!"
With the minutest of movements, Zapdos' eye tracked Grookey.
"Bet you can't catch me!" Grookey yelled.
Then he leapt off the wing.
Grookey used TAUNT!
"Fuck!" Kath yelled. "Grookey!"
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orioncayge
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Bandana Guy
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Post by orioncayge on Jul 14, 2023 19:30:23 GMT 9
Mechanical (Hard)ZONE D
So much happened so quickly, and Orion barely had time to process it all as it happened. Portals, Professor, Pokemon, pretty much everything and everything all at once seemed to pop off. People kept shouting, pleading, punching, it was pandemonium. Was that truly the price they would pay to pave the path forward? Was this the road to Peace? Or Perdition? Would history look on at this moment as one of glory? Or Greed? So many emotions whirled in Orion's head, planting him in place as if paralyzed by Zapdos' prickly pinions.
Never accuse me of not caring
Orion could feel the pain in the proffesor's profession of guilt. He'd played a role in this, and he damn well knew it. There was another way forward, another route, and land they could have explored. Yet...she had asked him his decision and he'd told her that he wanted to go north. Now, that could have been something she'd asked any number of people, but somewhere deep down in the fighter's gut he knew that wasn't true. Perhaps he simply wanted it to not be, for her to have formed some special bond with him over countless coffees and post mortem conversations of events gone past. He'd poured countless hours into this game, into hunting down 'mon to help her research, to studying fictional topics in a fictional school to earn her approval. Hell, he'd spent hours agonizing over those fucking essays. He wanted her to be real, he wanted what he felt for her to be real.
UNOVR had done so much for him, it had given him a constructive way to vent his rage in a way that made him feel good, like a hero. It let him fight monsters, protect the weak, it helped heal the hole in his heart his absent mother had left by replacing her with a digital matron. It gave him a happy home free of the threat of poverty, free from bills and trauma and calorie counting.
It was his same desire for this to all be real that made this hurt all the more.
He couldn't say this was just a game, that Zapdos was just digits and polygons meant to be pulverized. That this was just an objective and he wasn't helping bring this bird back down to earth like a lamb to the slaughter. Yet what could he do? They were too far in, too much hurt and too much heart to stop now. One way or another, this bird was going down and Orion wasn't about to let the Professors work go in vain. Steeling himself, Orion let go of the bird, backpedaling to return to it's vision.
Ares had managed to use the back of the bird's skull like a ramp, landing on it's beak with a thud, holding on for dear life, and his locked gazes with him. "Yo, before I go off half cocked here, I need to know. Do you think what we're doing is right?"
"Boss!" Ares managed to grunt, clinging onto the beak for dear life. "You snatched me out of the jaws of oblivion when Beta island went to shit! You've done nothing but protect people! How can anything you do be bad?"
"Because..." Orion managed between clenched teeth. "Sometimes someone needs to play the heel."
"I trust you!" Ares managed back. "Good," Orion managed to sigh. "Good work this fight, go in hit the showers, I get the feeling it's time to quit pussying around and go full cock."
Ares nodded, and flashed back into his ball. Orion turned to the bird and locked eyes with it. "For what it's worth, the Professor says she's sorry. If there was another way I know she would have engineered it, because I have faith in her and the future she has planned. But me? Sorry, but I'm not sorry. We're two warriors on the opposite ends of a conflict, and while I might have empathy for you, I have no regret for whatever fucking happens. Moltres has sided with us, Lord Articuno has decided to side with us, you're outvoted outgunned and out planned. So why don't we just play the parts we have to play?"
Orion took a deep breath, opening his UI and sending a quick message to his supreme homie Big Bee
Do you think what we're doing is right? Is there even a right answer here? Honestly I can't seem to find it, and honestly I think we're too far gone to have a chance at making this right. I'm going to do what I think it best for this world, game or not I don't give a fuck. Like we said earlier at Joes, this place is so real we can't tell it apart from being told. I'll fight for it just like I'd fight for Southside, and sometimes you need to do some fucked up shit to protect those you love.
Then he let out a mighty shout. "I know a lot of you are really conflicted right now! You're mad at the professor, you're mad at Zapdos, you're mad at yourselves! But let me let you all in a little secret!" Gritting his teeth he continued. "The Professor asked me which way we should go! Should we continue by land or by sea? And I said LAND, I brought us here, I set the course and I fanned the flames! I helped build this fucking platform, I helped plan the route into Mistra! I even helped the professor plan out a sick ass maglev train to supply it all! I was there almost EVERY step of the FUCKING way. If you want someone to blame, throw it my way! AND YOU KNOW WHAT?!" He thumped his chest.
"I WOULD FUCKING DO IT AGAIN! FOR THE FUTURE OF THIS LAND, FOR THE THRILL OF DISCOVERY, AND EVEN MORE IMPORTANTLY." He fist closed tightly. "FOR MY FAVORITE FUCKING PROFESSOR!"
"Master?" Pythia would ask, confused.
"I'm sorry but there's not a lot of time to explain Pythia dear." Orion would reply with a snarl. "WE'RE GOING FULL SEND! HIT THIS THUNDER TURKEY WITH EVERYTHING WE'VE GOT!"
He would sweep the mystic fox off her feet and leap from the bird's beak, descending closer to the spire as he let his feelings build up inside him like a bomb. All of his anger, all of his sadness, all of his remorse, welling up inside him like a fucking bomb. But it wasn't all doom and gloom, his adrenaline, the rush of the fight, the joy of being with his pokemon, his love for this world, his love for the woman who might not even be real, who might not even feel the same way back. It didn't matter, good or bad he let all of his emotions brew up inside him like he had once before. Before he'd let out a scream of indignation at an uncaring god, now he was letting our a roar of recognition to one he respected.
Legendary to Legendary, he'd started the fight with an Eruption of passion, now he'd end with a Moongeist scream.
A fountain of passionate light erupted from his lips as he let out one final roar. Pythia matched him with a flamethrower of her own, crimson and cerulean intertwining one and the same as the scored across the birds body, starting underneath his neck and trailing downwards to the talons that clutched the shine so desperately.
One way or another, one will would prevail over the other.
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Bergamot Gristleborg
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Muddy Girl
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jul 14, 2023 21:08:01 GMT 9
Mechanical (Hard)ZONE B
"Fellow Dark Sider… What do YOU think? Do the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few, or the one?"
Morgana swirled a finger in her blue wig like a high school girl talking on the phone. “That’s what this is, right? Well, on principle, I would kill more people if possible. That’s what it means to be one so wicked and evil, such as mwah!”
It was an easy answer. This entire raid was built on an internal conflict of what was more good. Was it more good to spare a life or to prioritize the needs of the many? The whole premise fell apart when you were trying to make the wrong choice.
Or did it?
<It’s evil to kill people, but it’s not evil to save someone! It’s all about intention,> Bergamot’s Glaceon interjected, tail held high. Liquid flowed off his short pelt as if he was underwater, clearly not minding the deluge.
“I didn’t ask your opinion, Starface. You’re supposed to be part of my comedy duo, not my personal Socrates. I don’t need your weak interjections to make my evil talking points look better.”
<Well, I don’t want to be in your comedy duo! I want to be with… this nice lady! The one that you’re dressed like!> The Glaceon wagged his tail, gazing hopefully up at Laguna. <You’re so beautiful and strong, and I feel like I can fight my best with you.>
“What?! How could you tell us apart?! What gave it away…”
<Because only you would try to attack Legendary Pokemon that are trying to help you! This is just like with Moltres! You should leave Zapdos alone.>
“Many people are attacking this Legendary Pokemon,” Bergamot pointed out airily, annoyed that Glaceon had no idea what was going on due to having been A. not prepared beforehand and B. released in the middle of the action completely out of the blue. “Plus, it’s not trying to help us.” Right then, Zapdos threw a bunch of players into the air and they landed on his back nearby Morgana, who stepped away distastefully. “...That doesn’t count. It’s not evil to attack the Raid Boss.”
…Did that mean she shouldn’t be attacking the Raid Boss? Where was the Maximum Evil in this situation, really?
“I need to attack an ally, unprovoked!” Bergamot realized. She eyed Laguna and Kath Ulu appraisingly. “Hmm…”
<NO! Stop it! Stop trying to be evil all the time!>
Fine. If there wasn’t a clearly good or evil path to steer down, Bergamot would choose the most interesting one. What was the most interesting? What would happen if the three legendary birds died? Things would go back to the way they were before the World Events that had unlocked them, she supposed. No Moltres in the tree, no Articuno in the Dream World, no Zapdos on the Steppes.
Boring.
Whereas Professor Ash being dismissed… that was interesting. Bergamot’s eyes gleamed. Would they be a game with no professor? Would new trainers simply spawn into an empty tent and be told to fend for themselves? Would Bunya or Cygnus replace her? Or would they get a new professor, someone more qualified from across the sea who wouldn’t make the same mistakes that Ash had?
There was the matter of Mistra being cleansed, but frankly, Bergamot had been hoping to experience the Corruption Zone for herself. She simply hadn’t had time to make it out there yet, not with all the sneaking about she’d have to do to get across the border without Professor Ash noticing. Siding with Zapdos might buy her time to explore the ‘horror’ area and figure out if she could twist it to her own brand of ‘Morgana’ evil, or whether it was too ‘evil’ evil to be worth salvaging.
“Anyway, use Swift on Zapdos,” she decided finally, making a ‘shoo’ motion with her fingertips. She’d decide more later.
Glaceon glowered at her in the rain. <NO! You can’t be trusted! You might be doing something evil again!> He turned to Laguna earnestly. The soft hum of violins rose in the background as he directed his words to his Dancing partner. <What do you think? Should I attack Zapdos? If you say so, I’ll do it!>
A clap of thunder drowned out Laguna’s exact response, but Morgana saw Starface nod affirmatively. <Okay! Focus on the shrine, got it! I’ll be back!>
The sleek mammal took off running, leaping off the side of Zapdos’s wing into the rainstorm. Rather than falling, he galloped sinuously through the air, utilizing Morgana’s Swimmer effect to its full potential. As he flowed down the golden undersides of Zapdos’s wing towards the shrine, he opened his mouth, firing a volley of spinning, watery stars like liquid shurikens.
Blam blam blam blam blam! They impacted the metallic surface with solid twangs like instrument strings, causing blue sparks and flickers to race across its sides. <We have to keep going,> Starface cried, a surge of energy taking him up and over the other side. <The only way to go is down! Doing nothing helps nobody!>
Morgana stood with her hands on her hips, annoyed beyond belief. How had she become the Socrates?!
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Heart and Sol
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Post by Morpheus on Jul 15, 2023 0:37:01 GMT 9
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/847367519865405480/1129440697389424751/sygna_suit_sycamore_avatar_by_nellchertulip~png Mechanical (Easy)ZONE C
Morpheus froze at what he heard from Zapdos and Ash. If they couldn't recover the shrine, Corruption would win and Professor Ash would lose her job. If they do use the shrine, Zapdos would die. This wasn't like any other Pokemon game he played. Adding the fact that this was a VRMMO, there would be consequences for choosing the fates of these characters. He was at a loss after that attack. He couldn't bear to attack again after everything he learned. His stunned silence wasn't left ignored when his Onix noticed his grim expression.
<Boss?>
Morpheus shook out of his shock as soon as he heard his Pokemon's voice. He needed a reason. A reason to keep fighting in this confusing raid battle. He first PMed one of the players he met in his journey in UNOVR. To have another player's perspective on this.
Jinx. Do you think what we're doing is right? Everything we learned at this point was a lose-lose situation. I want Zapdos to keep living. I don't know if I can trust Ash's words any longer. I don't know if there are any alternatives to us becoming villains to stop this Corruption or whatever. I needed a concrete answer because I don't know what to do next.
Morpheus sighed once he sent the PM to Jinx before he turned to his Onix and said, "Sorry. But I have to ask. What would you do in this situation? I-I can't decide at this point. It's a lose-lose situation and I don't know how long we would keep up."
Earth the Onix tilted his head in confusion. <I...don't know. I don't want to hurt Zapdos like you, too. But...>
So it seemed like his Rock/Ground-type has the same opinion as him. At this point, he was about to call it quits out of frustration of this. That was until...
<Boss, look out!>
But it was too late as Morpheus suddenly found himself consumed by a strange bubble.
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As Morpheus opened his eyes, he wasn't in a midair battlefield anymore. Rather, he was in some sort of a throne room wearing a gray vest over his white shirt, gray pants, shoes, black cravat, and a pink cape draped on his back. Not only that, his Onix was nowhere to be found as he was surrounded by players floating about who were also confused as him.
"What in the world is this place?"
He found themselves face to face with an old king who claimed to be Articuno and a queen who seemed to be not like the king for some reason. He told everyone why he was in a human form and explained why they were all here. But it was a mention of this place's name that threw Morpheus off-guard.
"D-Dream World?! Do you mean from the rumors?!" Morpheus's eyes widened as he almost hyperventilated at this revelation. "I can't believe I got here so easily!" Realizing he might make some unwanted attention from his fanboying, he cleared his throat and said, "Sorry about that. Continue."
Once he listened to the reason for their summoning, his jubilation turned into horror when he learned what Articuno intends to do. They were here to pass a message meant for Zapdos, who saw him as his brother. A message that told him they have no time left in this world and he would sacrifice himself for humanity and Pokemon.
"We didn't meet before, but I think we understand." Morpheus would have asked if there was an alternative to using his life to stop the Corruption, but that would be wishful thinking. He wished there was another choice, but from his mind alone, there wasn't. "We'll relay this to your brother as soon as possible. We promised."
With that, it gave Morpheus a reason to fight again. Not for the shrine or to unlock another area. Rather, it's a fight where he needed to fight against logic with reason.
He closed his eyes as he heard Articuno's voice. He couldn't stop it, but he might as well convince both parties. No one needed to sacrifice one another and Morpheus knew he had to act quickly.
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Once he was back on the battlefield, Morpheus noticed that he was still wearing the very same suit from the Dream World as his Onix stared at him in confusion.
<Uh... Since when did you dress up, boss?> Earth asked.
"I'll explain later. Right now, you need to switch out. I feel like it's time for us to stop playing defense."
Earth was still tilting his head. But he nodded and said, <Sure! Anything you say, boss!>
Morpheus uses Escape!
He was glad that his Onix understood his situation. When he first played the game, Morpheus had some hesitation if he wanted to toggle the Pokemon speech off. But ever since he didn't, he was able to learn who they were, what were they likes and dislikes were, and how he managed to bond with them despite they were nothing but fictional characters made of data. If he wanted to connect with Zapdos, then he had to fly in there and send the message.
"Yukina, try to disable one of his wings with Ice Fang!"
He threw a Poke Ball to release his Glaceon and she didn't hesitate to charge in to bite her opponent. As she did so, Morpheus maneuvered his jetpack to fly closer to Zapdos.
"Zapdos! I know you were scared of dying! I know you wanted to protect your homelands! And I know you're wary of us humans for a good reason!" Morpheus called out. "I'm sorry we can't convince Professor Ash otherwise, but if you keep driving us away and the shrine won't come back to drive away the Corruption, no one will win in this war of sacrifices! But I want to send a message before you try to escape. A message from your brother from the Dream World!"
His Glaceon stared at him in confusion, wondering what her trainer was doing.
"Your long wait is over! You can't prolong the inevitable. Articuno has made his decision and now it's your turn! It's us against you or you and us against the Corruption! I'm not afraid of the end, Articuno is not afraid, and neither should you! So please, Zapdos! It's time to face the inevitable!"
<Yeah!> Morpheus's Glaceon suddenly said once she released her fangs from his wing. <You tell him, Morphy!>
Embarrassing nickname aside, Morpheus prayed that everyone else sent the rest of the message and Zapdos understood what it meant.
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You Can't Take Me
The Creed
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Player Name: Miyagawa Tarou
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Post by Verai on Jul 15, 2023 1:58:27 GMT 9
Mechanical (Easy)ZONE D
Full recap here
Verai sucked in air, holding onto Kitten for support. Ash's voice crashed through the line, glacial in frost and impact. Phenomena. And, in that, she was right- None of them, the NPCs, could upgrade their skills, or pull massive gliders out of nonexistent inventory, or... pull off the headset and go home. But though she was right- she didn't understand. Couldn't. There was a disconnect, massive and cosmic, the breadth of understanding between a man and a mouse.
But while Verai felt empathy for Ash- Zapdos' following words meant more.
“It will work. But you'll kill us in the process. Foolish, meddling woman!”
Verai picked his head up, gaze and energy focused so solely on Zapdos it seemed him now unaware of the pain or injury, ears pricked as he listened to each roar of thunder and clash of lightning that was his voice.
“I will not die to expand humanity's horizons!”
Could any of them argue? That he should have to die, so they could progress? He was pixels, sure... but he felt. He felt pain, and betrayal, and rage. He cared about his lands, and he wanted to live. He feared his own death.
Thunder crashed, and the elevator simply collapsed with a snarling roar. Rain poured upon them, soaking him with chill.
He could hear Kitten, on his shoulder, shaking water uselessly from her fur, could hear the steady clicking-rumble of the Steelix- And he could hear Kazuki.
Verai took in another breath. "We have to help him."
There was, as the professor had said, simply no other choice.
But, of course, that was where the argument started.
Verai wanted the Prince safe. Kazuki wanted him gone, for everyone else's sake.
"If Zapdos wanted to sacrifice himself, I would let him. But he did not ask for this. I will not-" Verai's voice was rasping, worn by injury and desperation. "I cannot subject someone to death for the pleasure of others."
"This is not real. None of it. Not Ash. Not her expedition. None of it. Everyone here can stop playing, and never have to go into Mistra again. But we have to live with the decisions we make, and what they mean for who we are."
He didn't know who he was, not really, but he knew who he didn't want to be.
Verai had lashed out. Maybe rashly. Certainly aggressively. His hands at Kazuki's throat- And Kazuki's steelix at them, instantly. They were knocked aside, a blossom of steel-lanced pain.
"He- He never asked for this, Kaz. He- He didn't ask to be trapped, to have to fight- his own family- He- I-I- I can't do this-"
"He can't deserve this. I- I can't deserve this."
And that was it, wasn't it? Was his defensiveness over the Prince- or himself?
The pain of being faced with who he was- It was valuable, despite the initial reticence to it. "Then what should I do?"
<We get him to stop being a bully!> Kitten howled. <Like how Waffles and I have to play fair, and I can't use my fire too much, and he can't hide in the ponds- It's not fair up here!>
The answer was important- but not everything. Kazuki's arguments had been about the Prince- but also about him.
"Why do you care so much? About me?"
“I care, because I chose you. And you are my favorite. I. Like. You.”
"Yo. Verai."
Tuesday's voice cut in, Verai pulling back from Kazuki, eyes flicking towards her. The reality of the situation roared, suddenly, in his ears. As if everything Kazuki had drowned out came rushing back. The raid, the fight, the despair. His own injuries.
The... strange shift in the background music, bright flutes joining the strings and brass, almost fanciful. The... hearts, now seeming to glow and manifest around Kazuki- and, as he realized distantly, around himself, too.
Tuesday's sudden appearance was no longer attributed to serendipity- And her response was so... Tuesday. Still... he trusted her information- Particularly when she started in on Articuno.
Particularly still when she drew forth one of her pokemon- One the UI keenly labeled as Legion, the Kyogre.
“Has anyone seen Kyogre recently? NO!"
Verai's breath caught in his throat as he watched the creature, who spoke of parts of wholes, of beginnings that led to endings which led back to beginnings.
How many times had he fallen, only to get back up? And this- Zapdos was a legendary- something Kyogre also was, who now hovered here-
Who gave his life, again, to restore another.
Verai stepped a bit back from Kazuki, angled now fully towards Zapdos- though he kept a hand on Kaz's arm, as he always had. Stability, presence, an anchor in a sea of darkness.
"Kitten," He said first, feeling the litten press against his cheek. "Is this a fight you want?"
<Yes! He's being mean, and... and he hurt Waffles! Even if he's done good things, that's-> She spat, anger and righteous defiance shining in her eyes. <He'd give everything he got if I got hurt!>
Verai nodded, and looked over at Kazuki- just regarding him, for a long moment, as if now truly seeing him- which, in a way, he was. "Still don't know when to quit?" He asked, voice tinged with something almost like mischief.
He took a breath, pulling the ui up to reactivate Seer- hesitating an instant at the jarring splash of pink-
But Tuesday was right, and they all had other priorities right now. The screen fell dark, and the battle roared louder.
The strange chime of music.
"CHOOSE, OR BE CAST ASIDE."
Twisted, curling steel.
"It doesn't matter. Because we've got something better."
A world teeming, wrongly, with deadened life, and lively death.
Verai took in a staggered breath as everything snapped back into place, blinking and shaking his head as if having been imparted some sort of divine providence.
But all that, too, needed to wait. Kitten was heavy on his shoulder, Kazuki solid under his hand- and Ya'ath simply there, as he always was. Verai finally pulled his hand from Kazuki, the flutes slowly filtering out as he did so, and took up Ya'ath in hand.
<Is this the vengeance you dreamed of?> His voice twinned in Verai's mind, not mournful or barbed. A simple question, to which he had a simple answer.
Yes, it was.
He had ripped his prison to shreds, and set fire to the remains. And at night, for years after, he dreamt of sharp vengeance, of turning on any and all who defied him, who questioned him, who did not understand but got in the way regardless.
Even now, what lengths would he not go to, to defend what was his?
But was it right?
There were other means of protection.
"Kitten-" He started, but couldn't get anything out before Kitten simply springboarded from his shoulder, bouncing her way over to Bartók.
<Hi!!> She greeted, landing on his haunches and sauntering her way up his back, scrabbling a bit before popping out the top of his branches, sprawling languidly on the green (very wet) leaves.
Looking languid and VERY at peace, despite everything happening around, like she didn't have a single care in the world, she inhaled and shouted at Zapdos as loud as she could. Which was incredibly loud. <ZAPDOS! You think you're big and scary- but you aren't! Because we're all here together, and together we can do ANYTHING!> Her eyes were bright, and she kneaded into Bartók's head branches. Antlers. Whatever they were. <We're powerful! Our trainers are powerful! And their LOVE is powerful! Stronger than you could- could ever imagine!> She yelled, tail lashing despite the oh-so-peaceful affect she was trying to exude.
Verai sighed.
He shifted Ya'ath in his hands. The exhaustion was seeping, heavy, unhelped by the rain and weight of armor and emotions. But he had to keep going. Kaz would kill him if he stopped now.
So, he shoved off from the steelix's back, wings tightening as he dove, following after Tuesday. "I'll see you both soon." Maybe he was talking about bringing them back. Maybe he was talking about the cool blackness that existed, for a breath, for eternity, after falling in battle here.
Ya'ath did not blink. <Death is not the end. Death is a beginning.>
And he was right. The Tarou of the arena had to die, so that the Tarou of today could live.
They all had to die tonight, so some modicum of hope could live.
Verai didn't have Tuesday's messages, no more words of pleading, of empathy, of desperation. There were things beyond words, found against Kazuki's cool lips, and the scream as Ya'ath clashed against the Shrine, and shattered into starlight.
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Kazuki
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You Can't Take Me
The Creed
Posts: 883
Trainer Class: 
Player Name: Himura Atsushi
OOC Username: Sleepy
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Post by Kazuki on Jul 15, 2023 10:05:13 GMT 9
Mechanical (Easy)ZONE D
Full recap here
All camaraderie and jest falls silent in wake of the next round of announcements. The Professor’s voice is steady despite the harsh wave of criticism and doubt, reaching crescendo as she establishes just what she is here for. Her purpose, her ambitions—her failures.
Stretching yourself thin and pouring out everything you have for a single lofty goal, against all reason and odds—now that is familiar. That is something Kazuki knows better than pixel creatures and games. That is human.
He listens even as Zapdos makes his stand, the bird’s scream to Ash, to the skies, to humanity: his cry for help. Kazuki is a piece of shit and a half, but he can recognize it, can feel the pain saturating each decibel. He has, begrudgingly, at a crawl’s pace, learned to see heart within these artificial beings. It has taken months of fighting, making stupid mistakes, and traumatizing to make this progress.
But sympathy does not take precedence in wake of necessity.
He has seen and walked and suffered through the horrors that lie in the border of Asper. The life of a prince is not worth an entire kingdom.
And he’s not letting Verai make the same mistake.
He leaps across the chasm to grab him, leaving no room for escape, no room for excuses.
“You are going nowhere.” He hisses. “You heard the Prof. This is the only way. The Prince has to go.”
Heroes. Fake, selfish knights who live to serve their royals. “Or do you really care so fucking little about the rest of us?”
The fresh sting of betrayal, a reminder as Verai continues to defend Zapdos’ life, searching for options that are simply not there. It is absurd.
“You’ve been to Mistra! You’ve seen what Corruption can do! Now, we finally have a fucking solution, and you’re throwing it away just because one giant bird squawks?!” He has to sink his claws in. Has to hammer the reality of the situation, what’s truly at stake. “He isn’t real. The players that go through Mistra are real. Taking him down means making Asper safe. Do you think we're the only ones that'll suffer?”
It’s a fight that escalates, snowballing with rash words, Verai’s grip around his throat, and Steelix’s clumsy attempt at saving him.
Ironically, what grounds them is the experience of being shot into the sky. At least Steelix manages to save them then.
Kazuki had been prepared to fight. To scream until his voice grew hoarse until Verai, standing there, drained of spirit and power in the pouring rain and in Zapdos’ shadow, is forced to accept the truth.
What he hadn’t anticipated was which truth it would be.
Actually, Kazuki was very close to decking Verai. Really, who responds to a confession with "Unequip trainer class seer"?
But then Verai sees him—sees the whole of him—and pulls him in, pressing against his lips, and being mad becomes impossible.
“Yo. Verai, Kazuki, pretty damn sure that's not the kind of Mile High Club Cygnus meant!”
Nevermind, he’s going to kill someone. C.L.A.W will be a widow twice over.
But Tuesday leaves no room for quarrel, her words transitioning to an urgent message toted from the Dream World—from a being called Articuno. It’s an anomaly that Kazuki accepts, because this raid—his entire UNOVR journey—has already been so goddamn weird. In the past hour alone, he’s experienced betrayal, had his worldview flipped upside-down, and kissed the man he was sure he’d bury. Why shouldn’t he believe the demonic catgirl prophet?
She ends with a call to arms, the cycle of UNOVR’s legendaries established with the help of a familiar Kyogre.
As the central platform collapses under the stress of the battle, Zapdos works to save the fallen players. Moltres spirits assail him, the world and his family rallying for his defeat, and it is here that Kazuki finally sees common ground. In those circumstances, he would battle against everything; to hell with going silently into the night. He would be screaming and fighting to the bitter end.
But Kazuki has already made his decision. He has to ensure no one experiences what he had. Even now, when his mind is clear, he feels something amiss in his body. A discomfort churning beneath his skin, tempered by the grounding weight of Verai’s hand on his arm.
So when Verai turns him, looking at him for a long moment before saying, "Still don't know when to quit?"
Kazuki only snickers at the tease. “Do you know who you’re talking to?” No turning back. Regardless of their differences, of things that have yet to be said, they will see this fight to the end.
Pulling out his UI, he takes notice of a new subclass on his profile. Equipping it causes the armor around his body to disappear and a barrage of pink hearts slap him in the face. There are violins. He has to disable the class flavor before he goes insane, but he keeps it on. Good bonuses.
After an impassioned speech screamed to the heavens by Kitten, Verai dives into the thick of battle brandishing his swords, and Kazuki is back on his own.
There is nothing more he’d want than to join them—to take the fight into his own hands again. But he’s not the one deserving of a second chance. He’s been part of this battle every step of the way.
Dragonair pops out of her pokeball, her serpentine body weaving through the skies, unnerving featherless wings spearing the gale. “Dragon, I need you to Revive Waffle.”
The serpent’s gaze moves across the pandemonium to land on him. <One soul for another. May this grant you strength.> She envelopes herself in bright light, disappearing in a gentle flash. The remaining glow hovers over Waffle’s pokeball.
<FRESH BATCH!>
Waffle bursts out of the ball, landing cushioned in his trainer’s arms. <Hi! What’d I miss?> His eyes are flicking here and there over Kazuki’s shoulder, distracted by the sheer amount of stimuli—teams flying in and out of the storm. <I didn’t fall asleep, did I? I remember doing my Z-move, and then everything went POOF!>
<Aw, my armor’s gone…> The kitten blinks, tilting his head up. <Pawzuki?>
Kazuki has been silent, brows furrowed as he thinks. “Do you think you’re ready to take him on again?” He tilts his body to let the sprigatito see the current state of the fight. Zapdos struggling for and against his opponents.
<Of course I am!> Waffle cries. <He beat me! I can see Purrai and Kitten fighting him! I’m not going to leave my friends to fight by themselves. I want to help them! I want to fight!>
Kazuki exhales. He didn’t know what else he expected. “Fine. But you’re not going in there defenseless again.” The way Waffle had fainted the first time—yeah, no. Not happening.
Kazuki crouches down, patting the metal under his feet to catch Steelix’s attention. “Snake, you need to SACRIFICE yourself.” The behemoth had served him well; had endured one more round than he anticipated, thanks to Verai’s Doublade. But it’s in the red now. “What do you think?” He raises a brow. “You can be angry, you know. Zapdos damn well is.” It’s a little concerning, how well Steelix has taken to everything that’s happened to him with barely a complaint.
He’s met with a loud, thundering guffaw.
Angry?
Formidable as he may look, Steelix is a young pokemon. Life since he emerged from the Tree of Worms has been a rollercoaster. Never would he have imagined back then how he would change, how he would soar the skies, how he would witness gods, how he would have friends, or see love bloom right on his back!
It is a glorious day!
<I. AM. HAPPY!> Steelix booms, a declaration, a permission, and a swan song.
Waffle takes the helm, standing on Steelix’s crown as they hurtle through the storm like a bullet train. <ONE HAPPY MEAL—Hiii Kitten!—TO GO!>
Kazuki holds on for dear life on Steelix’s back. The wind is whistling loudly by his ear. He can see the Giant Shrine rushing into view—a glaring target. The start and end of it all.
It has taken a train wreck to get to this point, of course, it’ll be a train wreck getting out.
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Wolf
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The Tempest
Mythstar
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Player Name: Genesis Fox
OOC Username: Outcast
Arena Points: 80
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Post by Wolf on Jul 15, 2023 11:17:20 GMT 9
FreeformZONE C
The channels flooded with shouts and cries from players, forcing Rhaenyra to try and tone it all out for her own sanity. Was this really the time for all this? And despite the chaos and the realization that their professor might be wrong in this fight, the wolf hybrid tried to remain faced on the task before her. Staying alive.
Zapdos cries out, explaining his side of this mission and how it would affect him if they succeed. Rhaenyra braces herself, feeling the mighty bird shift its weight and prepared for another counter attack. “Brace yourself Izumi and Jethro,” the player cried out as she struggled to keep her balance on his wing, “He’s going to att-“
Floating fragments of sharp rock materialized out of no where, racing towards them. Rhaenyra arms rose instinctively, shielding her face from the impending impalements of rock. However, the rocks never got to her. Instead, the break upon contact of the protective shield. Oh right. Story mode. Her pokemon though, weren’t as lucky as her. Izumi screams out in pain, the rock hitting her twice as hard giving that she was week to rock type attacks. “Izumi!” It was took late. The fox legs buckled, out cold.
Jethro was doing much better this round. The sharp rock crashed into his tough exterior, though painful it barely left a mark. “Hold tough,” the player mumbled, swiftly recalling her starter pokemon and replacing her with another. “Good work Jethro.” The mashtomp grinned, keeping close to his master. “Lagertha,” the woman mumbled, pale golden orbs on the timid dragon snake, “Keep close.” The dratini nodded.
Suddenly, rain poured from the skies, loud claps of thunder boomed, and brilliant flashes of lighting lite them up. Drenched in mere minutes, deaf for a minute, and blinded for a second. Pulling her red furred lined hood over her head, her gaze fixed on the Zapdos. What else are they to do other than keep fighting? At least point, it was for their lives. “Lagertha, Twister. Jethro, mud shot.”
The dratini cried out, summoning a twister in the mix of this madness. Why not right? The marshtomp took in a deep breath, cheeks filled with water and mud. Soon, his wide mouth burst open and sent thick glops of wet mud at the Zapdos.
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