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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Feb 26, 2023 12:46:53 GMT 9
"My, my, Jack," said Morgana, resting her chin sympathetically in one white-gloved hand as she watched her Pokemon toddle around, utterly disoriented. "You hit it quite hard, didn't you?"
"Peep... peep..." said the Mudkip, staggering visibly. Bergamot did vaguely remember Pokedex entries about Mudkip being able to smash boulders with its Tackle, but it was still impressive seeing the little mudfish use its full strength like that. The resulting sound was sure to draw something out of hiding.
As it turned out, the vibrations from the impact itself were the trick.
A magnemite detached from the spire, where it had been stuck at the top. It drifted down slowly, buzzing like a broken power line.
Morgana immediately pointed at it. "Tackle again!" she ordered gleefully, even though the steel magnet was floating off the ground and Jack could barely walk as it was.
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Feb 23, 2023 21:32:35 GMT 9
"Yoo-hoo~""Did you forget about me?"Nobody had forgotten about Morgana so much as she hadn't bothered to arrive yet. She was always late for everything because she was always working on how to make the best, biggest, most irritating entrance. This time she might have been outmatched, however. A Forretress hung in the upper branches of the Tree of Worms, radiating lights in all directions like a living disco ball. Bergamot grooved unsteadily onto the dance floor, holding onto her male Salandit's stumpy hands and dancing with it the way some people in real life tried to dance with their cats. Salandit's head flopped around and it let out a hissing <Screeeee> sound. "What fun we're having," said Morgana, swinging Salandit around in a circle. Some dancing Pidgey hurriedly fluttered out of the way to avoid getting smacked. #25 [Tower]iVKkU_bI1d50 1d50
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Feb 22, 2023 16:02:16 GMT 9
BONGGG!
Jack wobbled on his paws, eyes turning to comical anime spirals. "Peep..."
"Peep," Bergamot finished his sentence for him, eyes fixed on the steel spire. There was a significant dent in the metal base where the Mudkip's indestructible cranium had hit the side like a war hammer. Bergamot's eyebrows rose a little in begrudging respect.
In the distance she could still see the Blitzle at the Giant Shrine, where they'd given up on chasing her. They had all laid down at the base of the shrine instead, enjoying the gentle static in the area.
Morgana enjoyed it less. Her hair was still standing up around her head like one of those fiberoptic LED light toys they sold children at book fairs.
Sound still ringing in the air, the villainess braced herself for her next encounter.
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Feb 22, 2023 0:58:32 GMT 9
Morgana flashed past the Giant Shrine, arms and legs pumping, a small herd of Blitzle hot on her tail. It was a beautiful and natural scene straight out of something from Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron. Almost. It was probably more like something out of the 3D Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron Netflix remake, i.e goofy and sorely lacking Hans Zimmer.
"Oh hold on, I've been meaning to sacrifice something here," she said, making a hard left with the little zebras still whinnying and galloping after her. She attempted to access her inventory while running around the giant steel skyscraper. "Curses, what was it..." It couldn't be any of her precious Magikarps, and her screen was shaking too much for her to see anything else.
She gave up and minimized the UI after doing a couple laps and took off again, tendrils of lightning sparking at her heels.
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Feb 22, 2023 0:51:18 GMT 9
Dazzling lights fountained from Klefki like a fountain firework, sending a beacon up into the sky. Come to me! it said, Come get captured by Bergamot Gristleborg!
A herd of little zebras came galloping over the slope, their manes sparking with electricity. They made a beeline for Wolverine, converging as one on the steel-type.
But Morgana, clever as a fox, was already running away!
There was no rule that said you had to stay and fight with your Pokemon, and in fact, when she was more than 200 meters away Klefki was automatically returned to her Pokeball in a streak of light. It was fortunate Morgana was so unrealistically fit in this game. Long past when her body should have been able to feel the wear and tear, the exertion, her lungs struggling, her reduced pain settings kept her majestically galloping away like the wickedest antelope.
She found a new slope to try again, this time sending out Jack the Mudkip.
"Quick, do a move that attracts a lot of attention!" Bergamot told him.
"Peep peep?"
"Like Tackle," Bergamot clarified, pointing at one of the steel spires. "If you ram your big head against it, it ought to summon something."
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Feb 21, 2023 11:01:30 GMT 9
"The perfect baby lure," Bergamot said, eyes lighting up in a way that was surely unprecedented for anyone seeing a sad, torn-up stuffed toy. "Brilliant, yes... brilliant..." She baited the hook and dropped it into the "water" with a plonk.
The man's words caught up with her late and she glanced at him. "Of course I'll catch the blue Magikarp," she said, "They're rare. Did you know that?"
Unfortunately, the rare blue Magikarp did not seem interested in the destroyed remnants of the stuffed toy. It continued to flop around in the water on the other side of the pond, ignoring both of them. "Come this way," Bergamot called entreatingly, racking her brains for good threats, blackmail, or bribery. "...I'll give you a lucky penny!" That sounded like something her uncle would say, what was she thinking?
Magikarp didn't seem interested in her offer, but Morgana would have to be blind to not notice the ripples beginning in the sludgy depths of the water. "Oh my!" she uttered, one gloved white hand flying up to cover her mouth. "Manish, there's something on the line!"
Based on all her experience in the game so far, it was probably another Magikarp.
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Feb 20, 2023 14:26:59 GMT 9
Bong! Bong! Bong!
Morgana wandered through the Steppes with her crowbar, banging on the chunks of steel which speared from the yellow plains like broken teeth.
"Hello? Is anyone out there?" she called innocently.
Bong! Bong! Bong!
She was asking for trouble. The Surge Steppes was the highest-level wild encounter area in Asper, and Morgana had no memory of ever increasing her Tall Grass HP. Bergamot didn't like things to be too easy. She liked a challenge. She liked a struggle. She liked war and strife and pain and agony and all those things that reminded her how precious life was, and how much it was worth fighting for.
"We need to make a bigger impact," the girl decided. Her skirts flared as she turned, sending out her (checks smeared writing on hand) Klefki, Wolverine. Bergamot stopped and studied it dubiously for a moment. The keys jingled on their handle, looking perfectly innocent. Nothing like the handful of rusty shanks that had accosted her and the other players at Bronstanton Manor.
"Huzzah!" she declared, deciding they were All Good under the hood. "Time to shine. Wolverine, use Dazzling Gleam!"
She was starting to rhyme accidentally, so Morgana leaned into the fun and kept it going. "Turn up the light, make it bright! The wind is cool, the weather sunny! Bring me steel to make some money!"
Oh yes. Her motivation.
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Feb 20, 2023 13:59:16 GMT 9
This was the end of her quest to sneak a peek at sleeping Ruby, Bergamot realized forlornly as she sat at Mom's dining table, sipping hot cocoa. Considering how vigilant the motherly NPC was, with a supernatural sense for which child was visiting at any given time, it was unlikely she would ever be able to fight Darkrai in her teenage daughter's dreams. Not without getting rid of Mom first. And Morgana might be a villain, but she wasn't that evil. The Quest-- if there was one, and it wasn't just a rumor someone had started-- was difficult for a reason. Bergamot was up for the challenge, but this experience had proven to her she needed to change up her tactics. I'll have to revise my strategy.She absentmindedly took the shoes Mom handed her, then did a double-take when she saw what they were. "High heeled Running Shoes? Mother, I didn't know these existed," Bergamot said, immediately kicking off her shit-tier stilettos and putting these on instead. She stood up, doing a little twirl. "Do they look fabulous? Frightening?"She un-ironically loved them. Belatedly, she remembered Mom had asked her a question. What happens to children who run around leaving muddy footprints everywhere? "The Great Darkness takes them, doesn't it?" Bergamot asked innocently. ... When they'd both finished their hot cocoa and chatted some more, Mom sent the two of them on their way, making them promise to come back and show her any new Pokemon they caught on her journey. Oh I'll be back, thought Morgana, glancing back over her shoulder at the house. After a little... reconnaissance. Perhaps she'd even invite Tuesday again. If it was on a Tuesday, of course.
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Feb 20, 2023 13:39:31 GMT 9
Morgana had been haunting Churchside recently. She wasn't a ghost, but she liked to think she had a similar effect on people.
"Boo!" she said to the carriage driver as she clambered into the back seat. No response. The dark horse Pokemon snorted, pawing at the ground, before the carriage set off. The clop-clop of hooves on cobblestones changed as Morgana gazed out at the road ahead of them, anticipating her destination. As they went along, the noise became a harsh, tapping sound instead. Brick-on-brick. Stone-on-stone.
"Boo!" Bergamot said again to the carriage driver as they arrived at the junkyard and stepped out of the carriage. No response. The gray horses neighed at her, swishing solid tails seemingly carved from granite, and Morgana turned her eyes away. It would fade with time, she was finding.
She laid her eyes on the area before her. Filled with all the garbage from around Briarbane that was too heavy to lug to the Precipice Shrine, it had become like a small city of its own on the eastern side of town. Cities which begged to be villainized. Villainified. It might even be a prime location for an evil lair, who knew?
"Well, well, well!"
Bergamot Gristleborg sidled around an old washing machine, triumph shining in her Evil Eyes.
"Look what little mice have wandered into my trap..." She'd just gotten here, but that was fine. She knew manish, he was a well-established victim of her villainy and technically on her friends list. "I believe I know what's going on here."
A pause.
"You're fishing!" Bergamot declared, swinging one finger down to point triumphantly at the mustached man. "But I won't let you steal my glory." With a flourish, she unsheathed her fishing rod and wobbled over to the edge of the dubious pond. She frowned at it for a moment, taken aback by how clearly radioactive it was, then seemed to recover.
"I'll warrant you haven't even chosen a lure. Honestly," she heaved a sigh, playing the 'exasperated older sister' anime card. "What do I do with you? Never mind. Fetch one at once!" She snapped her fingers peskily.
With all the junk in this Junkyard, there had to be something shiny that fish would think was worth biting! {FISHING CODE}[s][i]There's a [*Bigness][*roll range="1d100"] [*Description][*roll range="1d90"] [*Blarney][*roll range="1d100"] on the line![/i][/s]
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Feb 18, 2023 18:46:14 GMT 9
4am server time was a strange hour to be active on UNOVR. It was like going to a Wal Mart at midnight. The aisles were bright, the shelves were stocked, but the people were all various shades of desperate, skittish, and alone.
Bergamot Gristleborg sat cross-legged in a circle of mushrooms, meditating on the nature of fate.
Some might have said she was sleeping, since she had her eyes closed. Some might have called her a statue, since everything around her was gray.
Gray as slate. Gray as stone. Gray as Onix, and sunken ships, and the sea.
Morgana the Basilisk opened her eyes.
"Ohohohohoho..."
The stupid laughter tinkled through the Fungal Fields like hail on glass, reaching Sarah Lee and Treecko moments before the villainess herself sailed into the scene, fishing rod perched jauntily on one shoulder. "You're in my fishing spot, Sarah Lee," Bergamot said sinisterly. Despite her theatrics, there were dark circles under her eyes. "Who told you that the mushiest and shroomiest brides would be here in Portobello Pond?"
Morgana had been spreading the rumor on her Tumblr, but she hadn't expected to reel in the snooty Valedictorian with her cock-and-bull story. What a stroke of luck!
Or was it?
Her gaze fell on Treecko. Interestingly, the lizard seemed to suffer no negative effects. "Are we 'branching' out into Gardener now?" she asked condescendingly, winding her Spicy Lure around her fingertips. "I never pegged you to have a green thumb... or any... other fingers, for that matter." {FISHING CODE}[s][i]There's a [*Bigness][*roll range="1d100"] [*Description][*roll range="1d90"] [*Blarney][*roll range="1d100"] on the line![/i][/s]
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Feb 11, 2023 23:33:21 GMT 9
"Hmmm," Bergamot said, disgruntled. Of course she knew Mom had an entire server's worth of player-children and she would never be able to remember them all, but apparently Ruby lacked Mom's 'infinite backstory' generator. Maybe it was supposed to make her more approachable. The type of person teenage girls would want to go shopping and have sleepovers with. The topic of sleep was absurdly close to what Morgana wanted to discover, however, and she seized onto the thought like a lioness seizing a zebra haunch. "You must get quite a bit of sleep," she said (cunningly). "You must get nightmares sometimes. Why, even I get nightmares."She leaned in close, eyes gleaming. "The other night I dreamed I was in a tall, dark forest. It might have been the Timberlands," she added as an afterthought, though the woods in her dream had seemed taller. Older. "There were bookshelves in among the trees, and something about a cat. And I felt like someone was... watching me." Bergamot was quiet for a moment. Her brows drew together, as if she was trying very hard to remember. Then she seemed to shrug it off, returning to her usual, carefree state. She spun in a circle, skirts flaring out around her legs. There. That always made her feel better. "Anyway, you're not missing much," she said, referring to the phoenix at the shrine. "It just sleeps all the time, like animals at the zoo. I wonder if we could go at feeding time?" When did Moltres feed? More importantly, what did it eat? "I'm not a big walker either. I suppose you could charter a carriage from the Trading Post. Or ride a Pokemon."Despite her game-sister's question, she did not point out the weird Medusa painting Hydance had decided to pseudo-legally photoshop her likeness into. Perhaps another player could laugh about it with her, but an NPC might interpret it differently. "Nothing notable," she said quickly, waving it off, then glanced suddenly at Ruby. "Did you say 'too'?"Her eyes lit up. "If you don't know where it is, let's find it! It can be like a scavenger hunt."
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jan 23, 2023 11:06:23 GMT 9
She was expecting to have to fork out a few BYTES to get in, but the receptionist took one look at her and gasped. "Oh! You must have been the model for 'Curse of Medusa'!"
"I am," Bergamot said immediately, then "Wait, what?"
"Over there."
Distracted momentarily from pursuing Ruby, Bergamot followed the woman's line of sight. There was a huge portrait on the wall done in shades of black and white, almost like a colored manga panel. A Galarian Slowking with glowing eyes was focused on a human woman with writhing Ekans for hair, her face contorted in a screaming mask of agony.
I feel like I should be offended, Bergamot thought.
"Ohohoho, yes. Tis I," she said smugly instead, "Now, be hush-hush and don't tell anyone you saw me." She slid an iron ingot across the counter as a bribe and continued into the gallery, high heels clicking quietly on the marble floors.
She hadn't seen Ruby pay either. Did that mean NPCs were in the portraits here as well?
The glasses-wearing teen was standing in front of a familiar-looking scene when Morgana found her again, gazing up at it. It was an incredible depiction, not that Morgana had seen it herself, either. She'd been embroiled in the battle at the greenhouse when the egg had hatched, and during the excitement she'd ended up attacking the Ascended legendary in the air. Not her proudest moment, but not one she'd take back, either.
"Why did you leave?"
There were few places to hide in the open, muse-amplifying chambers of the gallery, so Morgana decided to give up on stealth. She approached, looking the artwork up and down. "I thought I saw you at the party, but we didn't talk. I'm Morgana." Her eyes turned to fix on Ruby. "Then again, you already know that, don't you? We're sisters, after all."
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jan 22, 2023 23:29:37 GMT 9
At the end, Bergamot did not die with dignity. "DON'T KILL MEEEEEEEEE!" the villainess screamed. She screamed and screamed. "DON'T KILL ME! I DON'T WANT TO DIE! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!"She screamed hysterically, breathlessly, like a child getting tickled as the Starcatch sliced lines of her body away in coarse chunks. Shhhhck. Legs first, her hard-won mobility plucked away as easily as hitting 'undo' on a computer keyboard. Shhhhhck. Next her torso. Shhhhck. One arm. Bergamot stuffed the Hibernal Heart in her mouth as the Starcatch took the other arm, reducing her to a head on an eclipse-shaped platter. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"There was little more she could say with a mouth full of cold, beating flesh as the Starcatch's hands tore her throat away cell by cell, inch by inch. An omen. Hearteater. Backstabber. Killer of friends and Canadian Pop Stars. <Remember...>Two faces met in a sea of blood and starless sky— what was left of Bergamot Gristleborg, and the stone mask of her former partner. The last star shone within the rock-type's eye socket, a last glimmer of dying hope. <The heart.>Shckk. The Kindler's face was rent in two. The Hibernal Heart beat, trapped in her jaws, in her lips, icy against her tongue. Ba-bum. Ba-bum. They say the human heartbeat is iambic. Isn't that interesting? Ba-bum. How many seconds could a severed head see for before its brain functions shut down? When the executioner held up a head at the guillotine, what did it see? Celine's stone lips moved. <It must—>The world faded out to gray, then white, as light expanded to fill her vision. Bergamot knew she was whiting out. Then why do I feel like I'm moving?Then she realized. It wasn't a whiteout. It was a supernova.Celine Dionyx had sacrificed herself to save her. The spots faded from her eyes just in time for Bergamot Gristleborg— what was left of her— to shoot out of the Precipice Shrine and back into the Misty TImberlands beyond. Her head thudded, rolled on the sleek black ice on the shore, and skidded to a halt. Her jaw lolled, and the Hibernal Heart fell out of it. She'd done it. She'd made it out in one very small, very quickly dying piece. But in a game, that was all it took. Remember... the heart... it must...Chryssa opened her eyes. She was laying on her bed, the lights off, the WorldScreen still strapped across her head.
Everything was dark. If not for the feeling of the bedsheets beneath her, there would be no telling where she was. Which direction was up, or down. Where to go from here.
"Go on," she said softly, and wiped away her tears. KDUMNFc91d12-1 (-3 Heavy Bleeding, +1 Dagger, +1 Ink) 1d12-1
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jan 22, 2023 22:44:02 GMT 9
It's coming, it's coming. The Starcatch is coming.The golden wheel splintered as something blacker than space tore through it with a thousand hands, releasing mysterious Pokeballs into the air. Bergamot barely tolerated the Pokemon she did have, so chose to ignore the capsules drifting from the unclaimed cache. "Oh, did I miss?" Her tone was innocent. She stabbed the back of the Eclipse Disc again and there was a flash of darkness ringed by light, as if she stood upon the moon's own shadow. She had to crouch to hold onto the front as it skittered through the void. Where am I going?There was no telling where was up, where was down, where was in or out. Everything was dark. There was no air, no exit hole. Even the radio from Chanda Mama's Jeep had faded-- Bergamot wished she'd listened more closely before it was too late. <Look. The wedge-winged creature,> said what was left of Celine Dionyx. One of the stars in her eye sockets had burned out from the sudden speed burst, twinkling away into stardust. One chance left. Morgana looked up. The wedge-wing soared above them, its wings spread, its tail a banner behind it. It was guiding them. Leading them out. "After that constellation!" Morgana cried, spurred on by sudden, vicious hope. Beneath her the Starcatch spread, tracking her blood with a thousand hands, chasing that streak of eclipse. WEAtD8OC1d12-1 (-3 Heavy Bleeding, +1 Dagger, +1 Ink) 1d12-1
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jan 22, 2023 22:34:09 GMT 9
The Hibernal Heart beat in her greedy hands, its cold exterior numbing the pain of her broken finger. Her two plates orbited her like wheels of day and night, reflecting glimpses of her face back at her. Her eyes shone like supernovas. The Starcatch was coming. Fate had never treated her particularly well. She wasn't lucky. She wasn't skilled. She was bold, brash, and hyperconfident; she never pulled punches, she never looked back. No matter how many times she lost, she laughed behind her hand and treated it as a win. No matter how foolish she looked, she found a way to be smug about it later. Morgana had not sliced Celine Dionyx down from tail to ears so she could just hurl her new bounty into the void. But neither did she balk at destiny. Game Show Morgana was gone, and Did You Expect This, Bergamot was back. "You heard the Jeep Dealer. We have our lives to fight for," she said, tossing down one of her plates to form an impromptu surfboard. "Celine, jets on. Turn that starlight up to 100."The disembodied face clamped on to the Eclipse Disc and the stars in its eyes flared like jet boosters. Twin beams escaped her hollow sockets, firing off into the darkness. "I've seen enough movies to know popping the back of a raft makes it go faster," Bergamot said, and drove the Honedge Dagger into the back of the disc. r0xo7lly1d12-1 (-3 Heavy Bleeding, +1 Dagger, +1 Ink) 1d12-1
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