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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.
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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.
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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
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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!"
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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
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"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?"
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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.”
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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?
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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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