Bergamot Gristleborg
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jan 19, 2023 10:29:55 GMT 9
Never one to be cautious (even in a breaking-and-entering type situation that typically required caution), Bergamot reached out to test the doorknob. "It's not locked."MINI_CODIE beeped in assent, zooming forward and taking a single BYTE out of the hinge. There was a low creeeak! THUD as the screen door suddenly sagged. "Sss! No!" Morgana quickly put the PokePet back in her inventory, but it was too late. The porch light came on. "Bergamot Gristleborg, is that you?" How did Mom know? "No," Bergamot said, pitching her voice higher in a vague, screechy imitation of the catgirl's soprano. "It's just Tuesday!" Time to throw her bait under the bus. While Mom was busy serving giant smoothies to Tuesday, Bergamot would finish infiltrating-- "Oh Bergamot Gristleborg, you're always such a prankster. Come inside where it's warm! And bring Tuesday with you."Honestly, they should have known Mom was up at all hours of the night. Players played at all hours of the day, after all, and one couldn't risk missing a starting tutorial just because the relevant NPC was asleep for "realistic reasons." ...Ten minutes later, they were seated at the dining room table. Bergamot wasn't sure how they'd gone from crawling through the grass to drinking hot cocoa at midnight with their game-mother, but they were here now. Curse Mom's supernatural child-sense! Maybe she was the one hiding Darkrai. "Your shoes are both so muddy! Where have you been?" Mom asked in dismay, folding up her tea towel and bustling away to fetch them some new boxes of Running Shoes. "Tuesday, you know what I always told your father when he came home late with muddy feet, right?"Morgana sipped her cocoa, aware they had to finish this story requirement of the tutorial before they could progress. Wait, when did they start doing a tutorial? This was supposed to be a sting operation!
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jan 19, 2023 9:56:20 GMT 9
12 Hours Earlier...Briarbane Settlement was finally finished, and Morgana was making the most of every dark alleyway, parked stagecoach, and blind corner.
She was watching someone. A teenage girl, to be exact.
Had she herself not also been a teenage girl in real life, this behavior could have been classified as 'very creepy' and worthy of sending an automatic harassment report to the devs. Fortunately, her settings fell within acceptable parameters, and so Morgana was allowed to stalk Ruby to her heart's content.
Of course, this was not a long-term venture. Yet.
Morgana had no idea her actions might have triggered real-life consequences, because she had no idea she was dealing with a real-life person. As far as she knew, Ruby was "their sister"-- just another part of the game that came pre-packaged with Mom, free shoes, and that Pokemon-infested back yard. A part of the game that came with a unique rumor.
Darkrai.
The DNA she'd gotten from the stone circle in the Birchwilds seemed to burn a hole in her inventory.
...Anyway, she still had yet to successfully get a peek at Ruby while she was sleeping (note: this is the kind of flaggable behavior we were talking about), but in the interest of collecting more data on Darkrai, Bergamot had decided to follow the NPC into town today on her errands. But the results were mundane. It was like tailing a target in Assassin's Creed waiting for them to be alone so you could assassinate them, only without that last part that actually made it fun.
She suppressed a yawn. Do something spooky, stupid Ruby, she thought crossly, counting to thirty under her breath before following the bespectacled teen into the Gallery of the Endless Memoire. Why are NPCs so boring?
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jan 18, 2023 23:02:10 GMT 9
Well, now that Morgana was done raging against The Man, she was ready to win some prizes. Put Chryssa in the dark, and she'd claw her own eyes out before she'd admit you manage to turn the lights out on her. Put her in the dark with a giant prize wheel, and someone was suddenly ready to talk game show. "Oh my. A bonus round!" the villainess said, cradling her injured hand. "How very... timely."She had been punctured, injected, self-brutalized, gifted, and marked with a blood-red path that seemed like a one-way track ending at Starcatch Station. The grueling rhymes had rhymed and grueled, but now-- at last-- it was time for her to play. She gave no warning of what she was planning. She merely turned to face her partner, then--swiftly, like butchering a chicken-- she sliced three stars from the singer's stone body. Shhhhck. The serpent-tail dissolved into stardust. Shhhhck. The partially exposed torso went next. Shhhhck. Collarbones, neck, and ears, leaving nothing but a hollow mask behind. Thoughtfully, with her non-injured hand, Bergamot lifted it up. "Alas, poor Celine," the Kindler said, making a Hamlet reference she was confident nobody had ever heard of. "I know humans can pack bond with anything, but you are the personification of an irrational fear and I will destroy you sooner or later! Your company is still appreciated, mind." "Cruel, but fair," said the stone face, its last two stars glowing like flashlight beams behind its eyes. "You may come to regret that, child.""Why? Because of that dissolving skull emoji? I'd rather have my skull dissolve than live my life in fear of what fate brings. Spin the wheel, Indeedee," Morgana said, spinning around to show the hourglass figure how it was done. The shimmering ribbon of Gorebyss flowed from her fingers, ready to nudge the odds in her favor. "'Gana wants a new car!" sDzBqk|s1-121-121-12 Freebie - 3 Stars Left - 3 Stars from Celine Dionyx shifting down to 3, 4, 5 with gorebyss power 1-12·1-12·1-12
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Bergamot Gristleborg
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jan 18, 2023 16:09:50 GMT 9
"Will you make a contract with me, then...?"
Face cast in shadow, Bergamot was the spitting image of Gothic Bethany. Her dress may have been blue, her hair may have been brown, and the setting may have been the player's childhood bedroom rather than the ominous trade shop, but the comparison still stood. Well, it stood about as well as a girl who couldn't use her legs.
She opened her hand, allowing LED light to flood the room.
Inside was a 2D icon of a DNA helix. It wasn't a real DNA strand, which would have been microscopic and invisible to the eye. The icon floated in her hand, little more than a rotating trading card with the unmistakeable words:
LEGENDARY DNA: DARKRAI 1/5 "This is DNA for a rare Pokémon called Darkrai. It is said to control nightmares, the dark side of the moon, evil maid cafes, and other goth things." Bergamot closed her hand, dimming the light, then reopened it again. The helix spun there in shades of shadow, waiting for action. "I found it in some hot wings," Bergamot whispered, lowering her voice to a murmur. "Dark hot wings."
...She was actually telling the truth.
"So what do you say, Ruby?"
Her eyes gleamed like stagnant starlight.
"Will you accept your destiny?"
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jan 14, 2023 20:18:21 GMT 9
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/1026108981845954581/1026109102574800896/morgana_again~png Morgana did not rise to expectations. She sank, like shattered ships and broken busts at the bottom of the Aegean Sea.
But that, too, was part of Chanda Mama’s plan.
She knew. The Swimmer’s heart beat in great gulps as she sank deeper into the shrine, drowning, desperate. She knew what I was going to do.
Her partner’s shoulders splintered as another head emerged, breaching like a trapped whale. It joined the mournful song of the first, a farewell dirge to the impossible dream of open-world.
You can do anything. They know what you'll do. You are free. You have always been bound. You can write your own story. You are following a plot.
She could feel herself fracture.
As she floated in free-fall, skirts fanning out around her like the bell of a jellyfish, the self-proclaimed villainess slowly brought her knees up to her chest. She tucked them under her chin. She wrapped her arms around them. Numb. Cold. Alone. An asteroid floating in the void of space. Pointless. Predetermined.
Why care at all?
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...Who cared what people expected?
“...Did you expect this?”
She unfolded like a paper crane, arms spreading wide like wings.
“Did you expect this?” Bergamot said, pulling a basketball out of her inventory and kicking it towards the closest constellation. “Die! Did you expect this?” Bergamot sliced off a chunk of her own hair and threw it temperamentally at the moon-spirit, the chestnut strands separating, scattering in zero gravity. “No!”
Control her?! Control her?
“Did you expect this?” Bergamot seized Celine Dionyx by the back of her (second) neck, pulling her in close. She hesitated and then kissed her, roughly, teeth against teeth, tasting her own fear like starlight. “...Sorry, Celine Dionyx.”
“No problem, sweetie,” said the head on the left. The head on the right showed her teeth, wolf-colored, humorless. “I’ve had a lot worse.”
Cut off the hydra’s head, and two grow in its place. Cut off a person’s lifeline, and she’ll spin herself a safety net. In Morgana's case, it was a safety armada.
“Did you expect this?” Bergamot equipped Kindler. Sparks showered from the corners of her mouth like a weapon at the forge.
“Did you expect this?” Bergamot brought up her knee and snapped her own finger backwards over the top of it, like breaking kindling.
“Did you expect this?” Bergamot hissed in another thread, biting back screams, her broken finger pointing, trembling, at the title. “Did you expect anything so meta?!”
Did you expect her to cower? Expect her to crumple? Expect her to rise up, rise to the challenge, rise to greatness? Burn her stars? Keep them all? Win the game? Lose, and suffer the consequences?!
“None of that is true.”
She plucked a row of stars from her partner’s chest like buttons, stone folds falling away in waves of satin, and hurled the handful into the incomplete breast of a different serpent. Only one star she kept, still shining pale behind her teeth. Its taste lingered on her tongue. Not sweet. Not hot. It was bitter, like old tears.
“I’m not afraid to play your game, The Ice is Right, And you’re to blame. Chanda Mama, win or lose Braille or Fail It’s mine to choose. For when all is said and done, Not even I know what’s to come. Claim my credit, Claim my will, and I’ll continue playing still. Spirit, I will not be claimed Keep your stars, I’ll keep my name.”
Morgana puts 5 stars in the STRETCHED, SERPENTINE BODY WITH A FLAT DISK AT ONE END
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Bergamot Gristleborg
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jan 14, 2023 19:36:57 GMT 9
Something is wrong.
Chryssa’s eyes are closed. She feels it. Manic, madness, scattered symbols. Alliteration. Nonsense rhymes.
Alley-oop! Score a hoop! Dunk a star in spirit soup!
Something is wrong.
It’s not coming.
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What wasn’t coming? Another word that rhymed with ‘hoop’? Starcatch? Or God himself?
If there is no divine hand to guide her, is she free?
Or is she nothing at all?
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jan 10, 2023 11:14:59 GMT 9
Had everyone prepped for this?
Morgana watched with eyes narrowed as the other competitors took to the ice. The summoning of each Pokemon Celebrity had brought about not only lights, music and costumes, but a distinct change in her competitors as well. Was it the spirit of competition, or the spirit of dance? Had the music been inside them all along, or was it being projected from afar? Each of their brains was live-wired into the WorldScreen right now, after all. Their hearts and minds were a living monitor primed for advertisements, music videos, and celebrity gossip.
How much was it changing them?
How much was it changing her?
Chanda Mama...
Morgana watched the moon-spirit as a captive watched their jailer, as a child in the audience watched a magician. Despite the big-industry names sitting in the judges' booth beside it, she had not forgotten who had brought them here. Who had summoned them, again, for a night under the stars. The mischief. The bloodthirstiness. The deception.
DUNGEON RATING: DIFFICULT.
What would happen if she didn't score enough points this round?
"I'm not afraid of you," Bergamot said, eyes dark as moonless pools, and glided out onto the ice.
The surface of the lake was liquid black, a single sheet of frozen hematite, and stone crunched against stone as Celine Dionyx undulated beside her. Mermaid-like, from the waist up the stone creature formed the iron-hard bust of its celebrity namesake. Slender. Skeletal. Wan in the cheeks. Her eyes huge and filled with starlight behind the sockets.
Her human dance partner grasped firmly by the waist, the stone maiden's bust rose into the air, trailed by a skein of boulders. They formed stair-steps down from an invisible pedestal, and as celine dionyx began to sing the song that lived most rent-free in Chryssa Glasgow's subconscious mind, the pair descended.
Granite-smooth arms flourished, rising from their places at the rock-type's sides as if lifted by an invisible puppeteer. Her limbs moved with fluid grace as she sang her introduction, powerful and confident, the voice which may not have launched a thousand ships, but at least sunk one. The siren. The lure. The bait.
But Chryssa did not sing along.
She did not watch the judges. She did not watch the sky, or the ice, or her own feet below her as she and the Canadian ballad-singer trailed their way down the artificial terrace.
She had eyes only for the moon-spirit, and her voice rang out in crisp percussion- a chant, a challenge, a call to arms.
"Chanda Mama, hear my claim: I am here to break this game. I'm the Swimmer, I'm the Queen, (But not the band you think I mean) I'll dance, I'll sing, I'll rhyme, I'll fight But I won't swim through copyright. Chanda Mama, hear me speak- My legs, like Onix's, are weak Though in this world I run amok, This situation has me stuck. Near, far Wherever I am I know that My Heart will Be trapped in God's hands Once More I'll open the door I will not forget what happened before. Suffer, suffer, care not how, My name's Bergamot Gristleborg now. Chanda Mama, hear and weep I pray the Lord my soul to keep. For though I'm at your beck and call, I still need not perform at all."
As she reached the ballroom floor, the tip of Celine Dionyx's tail spun like a drill, burrowing through the ice, and Morgana continued down the stair-steps into the water below.
I'm not afraid.
This was not about death. This was about boundaries. Hydance and Chanda Mama didn't know who they were dealing with. Someone who would not be played with. Someone who would not be puppeted. Someone who would spill blood before she bowed to a false God, someone who would sell her own legs before she sold her agency for ad space.
She sank like the Titanic, like tragedy, like a violin playing on through wave and woe until its screams turned into whalesong.
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jan 9, 2023 21:54:24 GMT 9
Morgana and Tuesday are both too stubborn. As Tuesday refuses to yield to Morgana's incredible beauty, charisma, and mermaid-like sensuality, Morgana refuses to stop her monologue.
"You know, back in Beta they called me Magikarp Morgana. That's how many Magikarp I spirited away from unsuspecting trainers," she boasted, though she'd really only successfully stolen one (and from manish, the most helpless character on UNOVR.) But that was all to change now. Here and now at the lake in the Misty Timberlands, Bergamot Riddle would reclaim her Magikarp-stealing throne.
She needed another M word to complete the title. One that meant stealing. Marauding. Molesting? No... Though the way her Gible had its jaw locked around the koi's back half didn't exactly seem consensual.
"Mishandling? Muscling? Magikarp-Muscling Morgana?" she mused aloud, tapping her foot. "Tuesday, you're supposed to be good at poetry. You could stand to offer a suggestion." Never mind that her monologue had been entirely in her head.
Thwack.
Mishandling indeed. Magikarp and Gible went flying. Bergamot was indignant. "Killstealing- killstolling me? You'll pay for this!" She threw her Golden Pokeball in the water, making a big splash.
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jan 8, 2023 10:37:53 GMT 9
The answer is both.
On the back end of the beautiful gold-patterned Magikarp is a (less-beautiful) Gible, whose stubby teeth are clamped around the fish's scaly midsection. On the back end of the less-beautiful Gible is a beautiful (again) Bergamot Gristleborg, who emerges from the water without a hair out of place. The effect is unnerving-- the villainess's oversized forehead breaks the surface without even a ripple, her Swimmer ability treating the liquid just like air. She proceeds to rise out of the shallows like a cardboard cake topper, already smiling smugly.
"A-ha! Fishing for sharks, are we?"
Morgana steps out of the water, stepping smartly over to Tuesday. The catgirl was extremely familiar to her, but she pretended not to recognize her (lol) in typical annoying Morgana fashion. "Unfortunately for you, the only sharks in the water are me and this Glooble." She gestured leisurely-ly to the land shark, who as a ground-type had not enjoyed this fishing trip as much as her trainer.
Morgana faced off against Tuesday, wobbling in her stilettos on the rocky shoreline. It did nothing to negate her confidence.
"It's been awhile since I've done this. Prepare to be kill-stole!"
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jan 6, 2023 22:06:11 GMT 9
Morgana was alone.
No Mudkip crying caution. No signposts, no symbols, no hidden trail. The sky was panther-dark, and the click of her stiletto heels strewed spiderweb cracks through the ice like bullets through glass.
Distantly, she could hear singing. A summoning. A spiriting.
Her steps quickened, and the lake with its skating moon-spirit opened up before her, sparkling and innocent as the tip of an iceberg.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
Morgana addressed the magic 8-ball in her hands. The globe of inky liquid swirled lazily, exposing the pickled, six-legged creature inside. It rolled over, revealing a message written on its belly.
It is decidedly so.
"I summon to the dance floor," Morgana said clearly, eyes reflecting darkness. "Celine Dionyx."
And then she typed it too, because her word may have been God but God didn't fill empty text fields.
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jan 2, 2023 20:52:27 GMT 9
"When the world needed her most..."
Morgana pulled out a set of keys on a keyring.
"...She vanished."
Morgana did not vanish, but she did unlock the giant plastic cage that had come falling down on top of her when she'd been spinning and laughing in the center of the floor. Admittedly, she'd been a strikingly obvious target. Fortunately, she'd prepared for this exact situation.
"You're here too, Wolverine?" she queried, separating a single Klefki from the ring of keys. "Be a dear and key that Mew's car."
She hiked up her skirts and stepped daintily out of the plastic cage, accidentally crushing a Patrat behind the door as it swung open.
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Bergamot Gristleborg
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jan 2, 2023 20:32:58 GMT 9
"Who can say what I'm doing here?" Bergamot said loftily, addressing the Giant Shrine. Nearby, the dark, peaked shapes of Professor Ash's field tent circle could be seen against the yellow plains.
She hadn't whited out. Her Pokemon were unscathed, save for some scratches from a Rufflet encounter. This wasn't damage control. This was preparation.
"I'm going to war," Bergamot announced to the Giant Shrine. "Versus Mew." The progenitor of all Pokemon, some said. Was that religion, or science? Fact, or fiction?
Morgana knew the truth-- that all things were both. That's where her power came from.
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jan 1, 2023 16:13:59 GMT 9
New Years Bytes for Morgana!
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Dec 31, 2022 23:00:54 GMT 9
LINK TO THREAD: HereDESCRIPTION: Bergamot referenced a Mime Circus in town for people who love mimes (or maybe hate them?) Basically people can drop off their mimes and such. Honestly I picture it as a date spot that's mostly nice but it's always mildly creepy.
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Dec 31, 2022 22:43:51 GMT 9
Claiming Gible and Salandit
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