Lucky [Refresh]!

Lucky had a habit of making soup wherever he went in the gaming world. If a game had soup, Lucky would find it eventually and hopefully recreated the stuff for his own nefarious purpose (hunger). He'd recently gotten the hang of how to cook in UNOVR. It reminded him of that one other fantasy game that had cooking in the beta. He had roleplayed as this cool guy called Haru when it was out, but dropped the game when the Cooking skill was removed...

He'd missed cooking interfaces like this, to say the least. Apparently someone at the UNOVR team had, as well, which he was thankful for. His recent addition to the team, the little Wurmple beneath his feet, seemed to also appreciate the soup that Lucky had made for the two of them. Lucky himself had to make sure that the pot was kept cooler than he'd like, elsewise his little Wurmple kept taking ticks of fire damage every time he inevitably crawled onto the bowl to take sips.

Lucky had a hard time figuring out how to keep Ammit happy. It had been the first Pokemon he'd found as a higher level and it showed with his temperament. The big guy was not happy at all ever since he'd found it prowling the corridors of the Golden Temple for a fight or something while he had been running. Lucky himself hadn't expected the stray ball to catch him at all, only throwing it as a tactic to delay it.



The thing was listed as a temple obstacle, after all. Strangely, when he was at the bottom of the temple, the pokemon was in his team. Had it actually worked? That had to be a bug with the rates, right..? Well, he reported it but got no response. Clearly it was intended as an easter egg or something, or maybe people could catch Yamask in there so they put the bigger variant on a low rate, too.

Nonetheless, he had no idea what to do with it until he called his buddy for advice on Pokemon lore. Apparently this pokemon stole souls and put them into an eternal hell when malicious. That was something he did not want to see as a mechanic, and thus he all but leaped onto the other bit of advice he'd heard-they like to play with gold.

And indeed, Lucky was just the guy for that. After all, everything he touched turned into gold! He would end up holding random things, tossing it to the Cofagrigus when they turned nice and shiny. Lucky would watch those PNG-clear hands grab those nuggets up like candy and pull them inside, becoming sated for a time before tossing them back out when the golden transmutation wore off. The coffin was rattled at times like those, yet Lucky had no idea what was going on in there. What was he doing in there?

Lucky would never know. What he did know was that Ammit was satisfied by the playtime, and had become a lot more agreeable since then. What Lucky also knew was that in the case of something that had always been gold, such as a sweet pendant he'd found that was listed to sell for a hundred Bytes, was that Ammit would never release it after snapping it up. Ever.

Best to use things that couldn't be sold from now on.

Lucky didn't quite know how to deal with Glory since he'd gotten the little lad. It just seemed insatiable. If Lucky fed him, he still acted as he wanted something from his trainer. It was the same with petting, playing, even resting with him often... The Turtwig wanted something else from Lucky and he couldn't figure out what.

Lucky got a good inkling of what that was after his day with Ammit under the sun. Glory, too seemed to appreciate the shinier things in life and would calm down when it had ahold of any. It particularly liked gold as a happenstance.

It's why Lucky saved up his bytes to buy a cosmetic from one of the only beta shop keepers in existence: The mysterious dealer of hats. The expense was great, yet Lucky felt that it was well worth it to bring another Pokemon into line with him. Glory looked pretty cute with the crown on, too. Lucky had few complaints to give about the compromise.

You are awaiting the rise of the God, came the whispers of Omen to he. Lucky nodded in response. He was indeed at the precipice of the Altar, taking in the sea's salty air and the rain's cold chill as be prepared himself to wage war against one enemy alone.

It was not something that would be easy, of that he was sure. There wasn't a way in hell that developers like these weren't going to make something destructive as all hell. Lucky could see that much from the Arena.

He wasn't afraid-he was ready. He had been waiting for a big event like this since he'd started playing, as the world began to change in waves he was sure that his purpose of being in this game would come to be clar as day as sure as the dun shined after the storm.

The time would come. Lucky would make it come. Omen and he, together would make this come.

Now was the time to prepare. His hand rest upon Omen's side as he awaited the proclaimed end of the aisles to come.

Practice continued between Lucky and Skydow as the storm came closer and closer. This time was not merely just a time to play with his Cascoon-it was preparation for the coming storm that would soon envelop the isle... He thought anyway. Maybe the fight would just happen in the eye of the storm. Who knew?

Regardless, Lucky was training Skydow in the art of hardening silk. This was something he could always do, but only so close to himself so as to raise his own defense. Lucky's idea was to combine it and String Shot to create walls to defend his other Pokemon!

Was it going well? So far. Lucky recently had a breakthrough in the art. It turned out that Cascoon enjoyed sunlight much like a plant in this game. The more time he let the guy soak in the sun, the slightest of increase of control Skydow would gain for his silk.

And thus, the two sunbathed, lucky patting the side of the cocoon as he relaxed. It was definitely not a vacation. It was not. It sure was relaxing, though...

Lucky and Will'O had found a new past-time--playing cards together. No, this game world hadn't actually made up a card system integrated into the game world yet, a real shame. Lucky was sure that casinos would come to Pokémon as any other Pokémon game had one in them, but for now all he could do was find equivalents to the cards and play using those.

Surprisingly, he had found a batch of leaves that worked wonders for a good game of War between the two. This wasn't so organized as a game of War, however-far from it. Like Pokémon, the cards in this game had random values of strength at the time of inspection. The Delphox and his master debated on why his leaf was worth a Jack when in the eyes of the other it was naught but a 7 against his 9.

It was pure chaos, putting it frankly, but Lucky felt that he was having a lot more fun than if he was actually playing solitare with a computer of some kind.

Will'O felt so alive sometimes...