orioncayge
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Bandana Guy
Round 2
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Post by orioncayge on Nov 28, 2023 19:38:32 GMT 9
"Okay guys make sure you lift with your legs and not your back!"
The Whimpods words fell on deaf ears as Achilles the Incineroar, Ares the Emboar, and Orion the homeboy grunted and groaned to load their heavy cargo into the wagon they'd procured. Cygnus had been kind enough to unknowingly lend them one of the extra carts from his wagon train, and Orion was sure he was going to return it with a full tank of...grass. With one final shove, the trio managed to slide their struggle smoothly into the back, all taking a deep breath of relief.
"God fuck." Orion groaned, sitting down on the back lip. "That was heavy."
"You don't gotta tell me twice." Ares grumbled. "Why's somethin like that gotta be so heavy?"
"I mean..." Achilles droned. "Furniture is always the heaviest thing when moving and...well..." he would gesture to the wagon. "If you squint it's kinda like a bed."
"You need glasses." Ares snorted back, still doubled back. "That's not a bed, it's a fucking coffin."
"Make sure you do plenty of stretches before and after heavy lifting!" Gil would add, skittering up Achilles' back and jumping onto the wagon. He would rummage through some of the other things packed within, fiddling with a few things before returning back with some frosty gatorades, tossing them to each of the heavy lifters. "It'll help prevent injuries!"
"Assigning him as the Osha rep was the worst thing you could have done boss." Ares grumbled, snapping into a deep blue bottle of goodness. "He won't shut the fuck up about safety ever since."
"Hey," Orion quipped, looking away from his UI that he'd just opened up. "Be nice to lil G, he's keeping your health in mind, aint that right lil man?" His free hand would reach down and pat the beach bug before taking the proffered beverage. "Make sure you both stretch out, I'm gonna need you ready to rock and roll on the off chance we have unplanned company."
"Do we have planned Company?" Achilles would ask, raising an eyebrow.
"It's not moving unless you invite the homies to help." Orion would retort, typing away at a group message.
Scenario Prompts/Instructions:
Lay out your team at the bottom of your post, you may bring up to six Mon with you, players equipped in the player class DO NOT count towards your party total.
Arrive on location at the base of a large metal spire
Notice Orion is late
Optional: Describe the jorts you're wearing.
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Big Bee
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Bandana Guy
Round 2
Posts: 687
Trainer Class: 
Player Name: Bryan Nautilus
OOC Username: Ladybug
Arena Points: 49
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Post by Big Bee on Nov 30, 2023 22:49:04 GMT 9
Big Bee was at the bottom of the coordinated steel spire, and unbeknownst to everyone he was going Gil proud. He was stretching out his hammies like a pig yoga instructor who moonlit as a police torturer. He was working his quads like he was a set of four identically aged siblings riding four-wheeled bikes through the rectangular courtyard of a university. He was wearing jorts that were darker than America's best president drinking milkless coffee in an unlit room, and far, far shorter than this simile.
And he was rocking them.
"The secret to avoiding injury is to stretch before and after you do any exercise," he told his assembled helper Pokemon as the group moved through their warmup stretches.
"Ayo boss I can really feel it in my kwahds!" commented Jaws the Granbull, a sheen of sweat already glistening on his betanktopped torso.
"Good! That means it's working. Try shifting left and right and really get that stretch happening all the way down the muscle." He checked the form of his other Pokemon, making sure everyone was getting their stretch on.
Orange the Blaziken, Jam the Groudon, Nacho the Heracross, Rio the Cyclizar, and Tropic Thunder the Tropius were all crushing it. Tropic Thunder was even stretching fronds and muscles that Bee didn't know the names of!
"Hell yeah! Keep those, uh, fronds loose!" he called encouragingly. "Orion will be here any-" he checked his UI and frowned "-fifteen minutes ago." |
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Laguna
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World Traveler
Mythstar
Posts: 514
Trainer Class: 
Player Name: Abigaelle Gauthier
OOC Username: Magnere
Arena Points: 0
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Post by Laguna on Dec 5, 2023 15:49:00 GMT 9
"Are you sure, this is the right place, Auntie?" Roxanne the Onix spoke, the massive rock snake curling around a giant metal spire, twinkling as if they were made of ice.
"I uh, it should be?" Laguna checked the clock, frowning a bit. She would think at least someone would be here by now. She stood up off the ground, dusting off her cool, cool jorts. and stretching a bit. "Let me double check-"
"WAAAAHHH!!" A loud cry shook her from checking her messages again, quickly glancing over at her Wishiwashi. Tears poured like a leaky faucet as it swam towards her, seeking comfort.
"Oh goodness, what is it?" Laguna would speak up, and immediately cup the tiny fish against her chest, holding them carefully.
"He's being MEAN to me again!" The little fish continued to sob, and Laguna immediately looked over at her Frigibax without a single second of hesitation. He was acting innocent, staring away into the distance.
"Brragon," She'd say his name, only for him to pretend he didn't hear her. "Brragon!"
"Alright, alright, but it was just a little scare! He's such a baby!" He roared out, arms stretched upwards. "I'm just trying to practice being big and scary!"
"You know better than to practice on Guppy! If he gets too scared, the whole school will come here and then you'll be the one running for mercy!" Laguna reminded him, gently brushing her fingers against the scales of the Wishiwashi to help calm him down.
"... Alright." Brragon sounded upset, slowly staring at the ground as if he didn't really want to admit the truth. "Sorry, Guppy. You just, get so cool when you have all your friends!"
"Really?"
"Really!"
"H-heh, o-okay! Still don't scare me though!" The little fish squirmed from her hands, and gently swam over towards the Frigibax, with clearly nervous movements
With that handled, for the moment, Laguna finally opened up her messages again, to look at the messages. She mentally cursed, only to swiftly climb atop Roxanne with a leap and moving to their head. "We're at the wrong spire, gang! We gotta move!"
"Huh?" Was pretty much the same sound echoed from her whole crew. Bertha the Cetoddle and Glacia the Bergmite stopped playing together, roughhousing and pushing each other back and forth. Marina the Brionne was in the middle of using bubbles to patch up their little scrapes here and there.
"We have to go for uh-" She paused, swiftly turning her head around. "That one!" She'd point into the distance, noticng some Pokemon and a trainer's silhouette in the distance. "Move out, gang!"
Bergmite and Cetoddle immediately laughed at each other. "I'm gonna beat you there!" cried out Bertha, running on their big legs before kicking into a frictionless glide across the steppes.
"Nuh uh!" Glacia countered so eloquently, suddenly High-Jump Kicking across the landscape, leaping over rocks and sliding whenever she landing.
"Girls, girls, you're both cool! This isn't a race!" Marina would follow suit, swimming through the air, leaving a trail of bubbles in their wake.
Just before Laguna could encourage Roxane to move, already gripping hard onto their horn, she leaned down and overheard her two remaining Pokemon speaking to each other.
"W-we should get going," Guppy said, swimming in place and floating forwards a bit.
"Yeah... But you know, we'd make it there a lot faster if you had your crew!" Brragon had a smirk on his face, clearly trying to encourage him to summon them, despite his hesitancy to just ask earlier.
"... Y-you uh, really like them, huh?" The Wishiwashi would ask, seeing the Frigbax nod furiously. "A-alright then, just uh- stay back." Tears would drop from their eyes, suddenly shimmering with the reflected light of the sun. And out of every nook and cranny between the rocks of the steppes, and around every corner hidden came a swarm of Wishiwashi. With a roar, they schooled up and effortlessly swept up her Frigibax in their mouth.
This time, it was the Wishiwashis' turn to roar. "Little man! Behold, the Demon of the Sea! RAAAGH!" And it suddenly charged forward, swimming through the air across the steppes, making a huge shadow down below.
Laguna just let out a long sigh, before chuckling quietly. "They really are such a handful."
"Oh, Auntie, I don't know how you put up with it. I get tired just watching them run and play all day." Roxanne spoke, that sultry voice of hers filled with humor as she kicked off, moving to join Big Bee and his Pokémon.
Eventually once within shouting distance, Laguna would raise her voice. "Hey! Sorry, I was over there!" |
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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 Dec 6, 2023 9:57:54 GMT 9
<'Miss Tuesday has received a new message!'>The helpful chirp of a little specter comes in company of the ceaseless buzzing of electricity, and moving her safety goggles up against pricked cat ears, Tuesday turns her attention away from flasks volumetric and erlenmeyer alike and towards the chat window that a gesture causes to appear. "Oh, it's from Orion... Looks like he needs a hand." The goggles are placed on a table teeming with laboratory-grade glassware, colourful (and potentially noxious) content filling most of these flasks and beakers. Off comes a pair of blue gloves, thrown on the table as well, and at that very moment, Tuesday smirks to herself. "We're headed to the Steppes, Pixel, change forms in case things get rough. Orm will give us a ride there and... Hmm... Abby, you're coming too, you need to go out more."<'One finds this notion to be ridiculous.'>"Yeah, yeah, sure. Ha. Anyway, I need to get changed: lab coats are not fit for helping homies... At least not in this case."And so, an Alchemist abandons her alchemical plans at orioncayge's request...For now, at least. After all, there will always be time to come up with more of the T.E.A Shop's special seasonal drinks later.
The sun shines bright and true at the Surging Steppes, and in its light, sapphires scales glimmer beautifully. They belong to something long and serpentine; slithering over grass blades and among spires with incredible speed. Fast, but not fast enough. They're late, even if only by a few minutes. <'One believes the snake is lost.'> A haughty little bird declares, perched on the shoulder of the Alchemist. As per usual, Tuesday's Galarian Articuno is dignified and overly fond of a manner of speech that isn't at all fitting of the baby she is. Tuesday has tried to correct her to no avail, and so, Abyss is 'one' — which, then again, works for an Artic uno, doesn't it? <'I'm not a snake, I'm a dragon, and we're not lost!'> Orm the Dragonair is quick to correct, and on his back, Tuesday sighs and crosses her arms, ignoring the way the Steppes' winds tousle her blonde ponytail. "We better not be, we're already kinda late."<'Isn't that 'cause you couldn't decide what jorts to wear under your armour?'>"Pfft, of course not. Plus, it's a difficult choice, don't you see? It's important to pick the right jorts, Orm. My Cool Jorts are my go-to, but Spacious Jorts also look really nice and have the benefit of having some great pockets. I went with the Power Jorts, though, since Pixel and Cid are coming too and it's fitting of a power gamer like me. Ha. Although—"And so, Tuesday goes on about her oh-so-important decisions and the pros and cons of each pair of jorts she owns. Orm the Dragonair rolls his eyes while slithering towards their destination, Tyrfing the Doublade hisses in annoyance from within her sheaths, and Abyss the Galarian Articuno tilts her head in confusion. Surely to their dismay, Linnear the Frogadier, Pixel the Rotom, and Cid the Jolteon are spared the educative jort lecture, given that they're still in their Pokéballs. The rest of their Pokémon are soon spared too, given that Tuesday stops going on and on about how much thought she put into this choice (she sure loves the sound of her own voice) the moment they reach their destination. "Yo!" It's with a smile that she greets Laguna, Big Bee, and their pokémon then, jumping off the back of her Dragonair while the large and round hatchling still clings to her shoulder. "Sorry about being late, we got caught up back at—..." She pauses. She looks around. She raises a brow. "Wait... Is Orion not here yet? ...You don't think something happened, do you?"
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orioncayge
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Bandana Guy
Round 2
Posts: 770
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Arena Points: 20
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Post by orioncayge on Dec 6, 2023 12:56:47 GMT 9
It's a beautiful day in the storm steppes, the sun is shining, the clouds are mostly hovering over the northern Mistra border, and there's nary a Yanma in the sky as you all begin to congregate with your team. Strangely, Orion is absent as you all have noticed, and he hasn't even shot you a text which is incredibly uncharacteristic of him. Typically you'd get some witty remark unnecessarily scattered across four or five messages by now in which he would wax poetic about sheep traffic and how he was waiting but then he fell asleep counting them or something.
Then it dawns on you that it's quiet, too quiet.
As if to prove your premonitions correct, the same group chat that'd invited you all out calls you via the voice message app, starting a group call. As you answer you are greeted with the following.
The clarion call of one very not happy bug fills the air, underscored with what sounds like static as first, but as your mind is exposed to the mind numbing white noise for longer and longer you realize that it's the cacophonous noise of an absolute fuckload of buzzing wings.
You hear Orion howl, followed by the telltale crackle of fire and lightning before a pause sends you all a pinged location just in the distance where a particularly large cloud is hovering. As you squint you realize much to your horror that is not your average everyday storm cloud, but a massive gagglefuck of Yanmas.
You hear the sound of fighting resume on the other end, but the line presumably isn't hung up so that the party can continue to converse despite any distance between them. As you draw closer you will find the convoy in a sorry state. Orion is perched atop the coffin bearing cart swatting bugs out of the air with extreme prejudice, one foot literally in his grave while the other is precariously perched atop a red cooler he stole from MOM. Meanwhile Gil is perched atop a very angry bull kissing his forehead from his vantage point nestled between his horns, you can hear him screaming from a great deal away. Achilles is covering the left flank with a gout of glowing flame and occasionally dropping a sick lariat to drop multiple foes, but it's readily apparent that he's running out of steam.
What will you do?
MECHANICS
All active combatants will receive 100 points of damage per post when fighting within the Yanma swarm. This damage can be reduced via guard and disrupted.
The Yanma swarm has no set HP bar, you will only be able to tell your progress by visual approximation. You get the sneaking suspicion this will be an endurance fight.
The main objective is to keep both the Wagon and Asterion alive. Asterion has 400/600 HP, the Wagon has 500/1000 HP. They will take 100 damage per turn + may suffer from random mishaps through the journey.
You may field up to three mon plus your player character. You may roll any attacks/healings/whatever in your post. You may narratively describe what your character is doing if they are not a combat class, or if your character wishes to take an action that is not defined by the mechanics of UNOVR your may do so. Based on what you do, I will react accordingly.
Orion, Gilgamesh, and Achilles are out and on the field and will be aiding in the fight in their own ways, though not strictly mechanically.
While dice are pretty nice, I will yield to the rule of cool over anything else. If you blow my jorts off with creativity, I will reward you narratively and mechanically.
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Big Bee
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Bandana Guy
Round 2
Posts: 687
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Bryan Nautilus
OOC Username: Ladybug
Arena Points: 49
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Post by Big Bee on Jan 23, 2024 0:52:18 GMT 9
"Classic Orion!" Big Bee yelled above the roar of the Yanma storm. His words were torn away but the billious buzzing of a billion blurred wings and mashing mandibles. "Lure us in with free digital pizza and then hit us with a pest control side gig!"
He was complaining, but it was the good-natured complaints that always pass between friends. A sort of brotherly ribbing. Despite everything there was a constant smile on his lips, though his mouth was closed against the bugs and dust.
For eons bugs have feared the pure carnage that a chicken could cause if given the power of flight. Already consummate backyard predators, the mere concept of a bird taking to the air is enough to send some insects into nervous breakdown.
Chickens care little for the fears of bugs.
Orange the Blaziken launched herself through the cloud, slashing and bunching and blasting thin streams through the infinite mass of insect.
And then she hopped on a motorcycle and did it all again. "Circle the wagon!" she called, in a twist on an old classic.
Rio did some sick burnouts around the wagon. His sleek body broke through the cloud of insects, giving them a moment to breathe.
Orange gave Jam a signal, and the earth trembled beneath them.
Ancient Power shattered the packed dirt, and a great jut of stone speared up into the sky.
It was a ramp.
A majestic plinth of primordial rock carved for one reason: to kick the ass of these upstart bugs. How long did dragonflies live? Like three days? How could they possibly compare with the prowess of stone art that formed the very foundation of this world. Sheer, perfect, tectonic might.
Orange and Rio hit the ramp doing 250, and the pair roared through the air. Their claws rent great swathes of bugs from the air. They tore at the air like unhappy artists ripping up a tapestry of a bunch of some shitty bugs. They stripped the green and red from the very sky, leaving hollow trails of shimmering blue.
{HP Tracker}
Cyclizar 760/770 Tank
-0 from Yanma
-10 from strain
Groudon 300/300 Support
-0 from Yanma
-60 from strain
+60 from healing
Buffed by +10
Blaziken 760/770 Tank
-0 from Yanma
-10 from strain
Asterion 500/600
-0 from Yanma
+100 from Groudon Healing
Wagon 633/1000
-0 from Yanma
+133 from Groudon Healing
{Inactive}
Granbull
Heracross
Tropius
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