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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Nov 29, 2022 23:31:31 GMT 9
Morgana is cunning. Bergamot is shrewd. Morgana can be unmistakably rude. "Ohohohoho!" she said as she arrived, descending in a Fast Travel beam made less magnificent by the fact that she was seated smugly on a Nosepass. The big nose made it hard for her to sit straight-on, so it was with a sidesaddle posture that she faced her new party members. "I received a special invite! Due to my brilliant essay-writing skills, I imagine. Why are you here?" she addressed the last to Sarah Lee, resting her chin on both folded hands. Her big, aquamarificent eyes gleamed with false sincerity. "I was expecting Laguna and orioncayge at the very least. They certainly seem to have our professor in their back pocket. Or is it the other way around?"She slid down from her Nosepass, who said <HONK> and shuddered to a halt. "Hello, Tuesday. Is it a Tuesday already, I wonder?" she asked, tipping her head to the side. "And you too, Finnegan Fjord." Bergamot had never interacted with Finn in any meaningful way, so this was deliberately creepy. But deliberate creepiness took a sideline to deliberate setup. As Morgana looked around the clearing, she saw no one there but the four of them. That, and the strange tree with its decorous ring of mushrooms, pulsing with heat like a concealed forge. No instructions. No answers. No Ash. Only Willow."Marvelous," Bergamot said softly, then stepped into the narrow fairy ring, toe-to-toe with Finnegan Fjord. She had to tilt her head to meet his eyes, far too close, far too strange. The warmth from the nearby bark struck her in waves like repressed body heat and she felt sweat trickle down her forehead. "The quest marker's here," the young woman said, raising her voice slightly. She didn't break eye contact with Finn. "Why don't you all come inside?"What was the worst that could happen?
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Nov 29, 2022 12:58:28 GMT 9
Morgana approves this message! Pls send the unequipped nosepass, I have 2
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Nov 26, 2022 9:44:32 GMT 9
Morgana's points: 220
40 - Corrupted 8-Ball 100 - Move Mod: Dual Wingbeat 30 - Keggling 50 - Creepy Doll
Total: 220
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Nov 25, 2022 0:30:44 GMT 9
LOTTERY CvAJPDqw1d100 + Round Bonus (30) 1d100
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Nov 20, 2022 22:58:16 GMT 9
CORRUPTION: 0/3 | THREAT: 4 | INSIGHT: +10 | GREENHOUSE Twin arcs of fire wheeled through the air above as Moltres, divine, gracefully carved up the sky. Heat radiated from its wings in a shifting, multicolored aura, like oil on water. It was majestic. It was awe-inspiring.
“It’s G.A.Y!” she cried, shielding her cerulean eyes from the rainbow magnificence. “So G.A.Y!”
She wasn’t wrong, but more important was the fact it was coming in for a landing. “Back, you heathens!” Morgana exclaimed, clattering away through the crowd of other trainers as the gigantic bird made a pass overhead, shearing foliage from the Briar Beast like a swan-shaped hedge trimmer. She spun around, narrowing her eyes at the reborn phoenix. “This is our chance! Guillotine, Starface— attack!”
<Attack who? Moltres?> The Glaceon let out a yip of dismay. <I’ll melt!>
<This must be more of your villainy,> Guillotine said dryly. <I doubt we can even reach it in time. Look, it’s already flying away.>
Morgana stomped her foot. “You’re both water-types,” she emphasized. The duo looked down, as if only just realizing they were both floating slightly above the ground— the “Swimmer” effect. “Just fly after it. Look at how weak it is! It’s the perfect time. This could be my shining moment! We’d go down in infamy.”
They were the words of a selfish child, but her eyes glittered cold, glittered cruel.
She had no love for an omnipotent gods, who scorned the lives of those they ruled and played with human lives like fiction. The chance to go for the kill—even here, in a game— was too tempting.
It was weak. Plagued by parasites. Screaming in the sky, blinded to the gathering storm clouds above.
…It would die soon anyway. Wouldn’t it? Between a bird and a cat, who would the victor be?
The cries of battle resonated in her ears, barely audible over the rapid pumping of her heart. Her skirts and hair rippled as there was a wave from the exploding G.A.Y Beam, washing the battlefield in rainbow light for a moment like a flash bang. Stars burst before her eyes, like a shock wave, like a seizure. Soundlessly, her lips shaped the word perish again.
She couldn’t stop.
“Guillotine. Prepare for trouble.”
Something in her voice had changed. The penguin gave her a look, but as ever, the bird was faithful. Steadfast. The starter she’d been given—one who would support her even when the orders she gave were self-destructive, one who would be her ‘evil minion’ wearily, warily, without complaint.
<Make it double,> the Piplup said grimly, then launched herself into the air.
<Are you crazy?> stressed Starface, backing away from Morgana with water dripping from his chin and whiskers. <It’s on our side! I’m going back to the battle! Come on, Rainbow!> The Glaceon turned and raced back towards the Briar Beast, wrapped in a tornado of swirling Swift. Gyarados shot past them both, passing a buff to Tuesday before ascending after Guillotine to do damage control on Moltres.
“I won’t apologize,” Morgana said, gazing up unflinchingly into the stormy sky. Her eyes streamed cold tears from the Moltres’ sunlight. “This is something I have to do.”
Lips drew back from teeth, not a smile, not a grimace. Something terrible. Something tangible.
“Something we have to do.”
Her and Guillotine against the world. Against the raid. Against God himself— whatever form he might take.
REACT IN FEAR/AWE TO THE APPEARANCE OF MOLTRES +10 SAY A ONE-LINER +10 REALIZE YOU ARE NOT ALONE +10
{BREAKDOWN} GYARADOS (129/250 HP) Active Damaged by (Kegglings) for (-65 HP) Damaged by (Heal x5) for (-50 HP) Other: Buff (+10) Healed 17 by butterflyPIPLUP (120/250 HP) Active Damaged by (Kegglings) for (-130 HP) Damaged by (Fast Atk x5) for (-50 HP) Other: GLACEON (216/250 HP) Active Damaged by (Kegglings) for (-130 HP) Damaged by (Fast Atk x5) for (-50 HP) Other: Healed 146 by Yggy Br00ks Link to RollTotal Damage: 179 to MOLTRES, 182 to BRIAR BEAST Total Healing: 124 to MOLTRES BRIAR BEAST DAMAGE: 9374/10000 KEGGLING SWARM DAMAGE: 0/600 LIGHTNING DISRUPTED: 405/1500 MOLTRES HEALTH: 945/1000
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Nov 20, 2022 22:51:03 GMT 9
Fast Attack x5 - Piplup vs Moltres Pokemon Move(s) - Fury Attack Damage Taken: -50 HP (-10 per dice) J4T9vz7R5d20+ Rarity (10) + Insight (10) TOTAL BONUSES x5 Fast Attack x5 - Glaceon (Water-Type) vs Briar Beast Pokemon Move(s) - Swift Damage Taken: -50 HP (-10 per dice) 5d20+ Rarity (10) + Insight (10) TOTAL BONUSES x5 Heal x5 - Gyarados on Moltres Pokemon Move(s) - Leer Damage Taken: -50 HP (-10 per dice) 5d12 Remove percent sign. + Rarity (10) + Insight (10) TOTAL BONUSES x5 5d20·5d20·5d12
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Nov 17, 2022 11:08:35 GMT 9
CORRUPTION: 0/3 | THREAT: 4 | INSIGHT: +10 | GREENHOUSE "This is all part of my master plan," Bergamot said as she swatted off the kegglings trying to climb up her dress like evil kittens. "Don't touch me, vermin!"
The Greenhouse was a mess. Its walls had crumpled, its beds were choked with black, decaying weeds, and there was a twisted and giant abomination squatting over it all. "What? I want to ride it," Bergamot said indignantly as Corruption King Furrlicity Purrfection abdicated his throne and went striding past them with his entourage of concerned Pokemon. "Give me a boost, Guillotine! Tonight we ascend to new heights of evil!"
<Can't do. Flying's illegal. Patch 1.1,> said the Piplup immediately. Bergamot stopped and frowned.
"...I've never heard you speak."
<You're very rude.>
<I speak too!> said Starface the Drippy Glaceon, shaking out his thin, bedraggled pelt. <I'm so happy! I've been meaning to lodge a complaint—>
"No time for that," Bergamot, who was no kinder to speaking Pokemon than she was to anyone else, declared. She twirled, dislodging sticky black kegglings in waves like raindrops from a spinning umbrella. The shard of glass flew out of her forehead too, tinkling to the ground.
<Oh my god, you're bleeding again. Here, let me just—>
"No time," Morgana reiterated. She clapped her hands together like Snow White ordering all the little animals to do household chores for her. "Battle formation, everyone. Guillotine and Starface, you're sweeping. Tear into that thing with everything you've got— we'll try and weather the damage next turn. Rainbow, buff yourself and keep them healed. Lights, places—"
Her eyes glittered. Faux-realistic blood trickled down her face, dripping off her chin, dividing her countenance like a broken mask.
"Action."
Savagery. A tornado of claws and teeth as her Pokemon threw themselves into the fray with little regard for their own safety, trusting Gyarados to keep them safe. Tides of bubbles burst like chain grenades as Morgana's starter circled the Briar Beast, peppering it with liquid artillery. But the kegglings hampered the Piplup's every step— the moment Guillotine started firing on their mother, they turned on her, driving her backwards into unforgiving briars.
Glaceon was less consistent— the damp Pokemon charged in a burst of Double-Edge, slamming into the Briar Beast like a car into a brick wall. He sank his teeth into one of the creeping tendrils, biting back a yelp of pain as thorns tore into his soft palate. Tears in his eyes, Starface clamped down harder, locking his jaw like a bulldog. Swift fired from his body in waves of white-hot shuriken, slicing into the monster's bramble-covered form.
Morgana was hardly paying attention. She was in her UI, scrolling through the NEARBY USERS list. "Who are these people?" she wondered arrogantly, stabbing her finger at random on the 'poke' button. Anne. ibis. Spirit. Buzzster Hooperham. Wait, wasn't that her uncle's name? He'd actually figured out how to turn the WorldScreen on?Water whipped around her feet, drenching her up to the knees, and Morgana turned to see her Gyarados whipping up a massive whirlpool around the Briar Beast, catching both Guillotine and Starface in the swirling deluge. In the corner of her eye, she saw their HP bars sliding back to full.
"OHOHOHOHO! Perish!" she laughed, throwing back her head. It was unclear whether she was talking to the boss, the players, or her own Pokemon.
INVITE A PLAYER (IC OR OOC) TO THE RAID +10 INTERACT WITH ANOTHER PLAYER +10
{BREAKDOWN} GYARADOS (227/250 HP) Active Damaged by (opponent) for (x HP) Damaged by (Heal x5) for (50 HP) Other: Healed 27, Buff (+10)
PIPLUP (250/250 HP) Active Damaged by (opponent) for (x HP) Damaged by (Fast Atk x5 with Recoil) for (100 HP) Other: Healed 100 by Gyarados
GLACEON (250/250 HP) Active Damaged by (opponent) for (x HP) Damaged by (Fast Atk x5 with Recoil) for (100 HP) Other: Healed 100 by Gyarados
Link to RollTotal Damage: 736 to BRIAR BEAST Total Healing: 227 to Piplup (100) Glaceon (100) Gyarados (27) BRIAR BEAST DAMAGE: 1945/10000 KEGGLING SWARM DAMAGE: 0/600 CORRUPTED PKMN DAMAGE: 112/1200 MOLTRES CORE HEALING: 594/1000
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Nov 17, 2022 10:58:34 GMT 9
Forgot insight bonus. +10 to every roll up above
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Nov 17, 2022 10:48:38 GMT 9
RECOIL - <Piplup> takes and deals x2 Damage for 1 post.
RECOIL - <Glaceon> takes and deals x2 Damage for 1 post.
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Nov 17, 2022 10:46:20 GMT 9
CORRUPTION2d33BTUB1d10Fast Attack x5 - Piplup Pokemon Move(s) water gun, bubblebeam Damage Taken: -50 HP (-10 per dice) 5d20+ Rarity (10) + Trainer Class Bonus? (5 + 5) TOTAL BONUSES x5 Fast Attack x5 - Glaceon (Ice/Water) Pokemon Move(s): double-edge, swift, bite, etc. Damage Taken: -50 HP (-10 per dice) 5d20+ Rarity (10) + Trainer Class Bonus? (5) TOTAL BONUSES x5 BUFF - <Morgana's Gyarados> gains a +10 Bonus to all rolls (caps at +20) Heal x5 - Gyarados Pokemon Move(s) whirlpool Damage Taken: -50 HP (-10 per dice) 5d12+ Rarity (10) + Trainer Class Bonus? (5 + 5) + 10 (Self-Buff) TOTAL BONUSES x5 1d10·5d20·5d20·5d12
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Nov 16, 2022 1:03:56 GMT 9
CORRUPTION: 0/3 | THREAT: 4 | INSIGHT: +10 | MANSION > GREENHOUSE “This secret room,” Bergamot mused, blue symbols reflecting in her eyes, “…is not so secret anymore.”
She stood at the threshold, the glowing arch where she had written friend and sought free entry. She had materialized back here, drawn perhaps to the last landmark she’d checked in at before her untimely departure. It was a fascinating Easter Egg, and the initials on the wall had led her to the revelation of Cygnus’ identity. It was also a dead end.
Morgana turned around, eyes glinting. “Hello, Jack.”
Mudkip stood where she’d last left him, stubby-legged, folds of skin falling in black sheets from his body.
“Little do you know, I know your weakness,” Morgana continued, groping slowly around herself. Her fingers touched papers, writing instruments, battlemap figurines. I need some kind of weapon. A secret room with not a single saber? Outrageous. She found the dial to the safe, still wet with residue, and wondered if she could trap the Mudkip inside it. Too bad I don’t know his favorite food. For the first time, she regretted not having Pokemon Speech on.
Before, it went for fire. Could any of her Pokemon use a fire attack to draw Jack away? I don’t suppose Dragon Rage would count. Was there anything else she could do? Anything she could remember? Any extra insight she might have?
Her eyes narrowed.
“#Badass,” Bergamot said slowly. Jack tilted his head at her, wide mouth drooling ichor. His burning eyes bored into her. “#Badass. Cygnus is a #Badass, don’t you think? The old man on the video call.” Her voice rose in volume, pitching higher, more confident. “He was in the keg the whole time, you know, and still survived! I’d count that as pretty #Badass.”
Jack shuddered as she went on. “You should probably go see him. He’s so incredibly #Badass, he’s probably a pretty big threat to your master, with that device he’s building. A weapon?”
Whether her guess was right or not, it had the desired effect. The Mudkip turned, swaying on its paws, leaving oozing footprints in the dust. <PEEP, PEEP,> it said menacingly, then left the Secret Room behind.
Morgana let out her breath, spinning around. “All right, you can come out.” The Gyarados who’d been coiled up on the ceiling just out of sight came spiraling down, releasing a drippy Glaceon and furious Piplup from its mouth.
“Oh, quit complaining, I just saved all of you. Now, if you’ll give me just a moment, I think I know a way out of here.”
She turned to inspect the far wall. It was covered with scribbles, battle plans, war maps. Photographs laced with red thread like a detective’s office.
“Break it,” she said, turning and walking away.
For a Gyarados and two Sweepers, it was child’s play.
BOOM! The wall caved in, revealing a triumphant Bergamot Gristleborg with nary a scratch, except for the tortilla-chip-sized chunk of glass sticking out of her forehead. It also revealed the kitchen on the other side, where a certain Sarah Lee had just dived out the window.
“Oh I have to get her,” Bergamot said immediately, running after the Kindler with her high-speed-heels. “Yoo-hooo! Sarah Lee! Wait up, I’m sure you wouldn’t want to leave me behind to accidentally sabotage the whole operation, would you?”
There was no accident about it, but Sarah Lee didn’t have to know that. As a 100% Support Player, she could have easily run the other direction through the house full of corrupted Pokemon to assist Cygnus in the garden as he’d requested. But that was where she’d sent Jack, and wasn’t it much easier to just blast through the wall to the kitchen and leave out that direction?
Her Pokemon raced after her, trying to subtly remove the chunk of glass in her head, which was starting to bleed. She’d forgotten her pain settings were still on REDUCED after she’d changed them during the binge-drinking event.
“Oh, it’s you,” Bergamot said, flouncing up bossily to the man Sarah had just greeted. Her eyes shone, mirroring the blaze just ahead. “Listen up, manish, there may be— and I said may be— a Larvitar in that greenhouse. Do you think you can handle that?”
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{BREAKDOWN} GYARADOS (250/250 HP) Active Damaged by (opponent) for (x HP) Damaged by (action) for (x HP) Other
PIPLUP (250/250 HP) Active Damaged by (opponent) for (x HP) Damaged by (action) for (x HP) Other
GLACEON (250/250 HP) Active Damaged by (opponent) for (x HP) Damaged by (action) for (x HP) Other
Link to RollBRIAR BEAST DAMAGE: 366/ (K)EGGS DESTROYED: 12/45 MOLTRES CORE HEALING: 181/
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Nov 16, 2022 0:54:42 GMT 9
CORRUPTION iBpFmwQP1d101d10
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Nov 15, 2022 11:24:51 GMT 9
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/845287482773864460/1024682644950237246/chryssa~png Cherry red light burst before her eyes, meters flashing dark and light with slashed rows of symbols. Buzzedness. Corruption. Badass. Insight. Winning. Threat. The world vanished in heat and starlight. Her head spun, dizzy as a drunk.
Was she whiting out?
EXTERNAL STIMULUS WARNING! A pop-up appeared, followed by another one. EXTERNAL STIMULUS WARNING! EXTERNAL STIMULUS WARNING! The world before her eyes began to retreat as the WorldScreen automatically powered down, her senses rushing back to her. Real arms and legs on a feather bed. A feeling like electricity ran through her, twitching muscles, movement that should have been impossible in the throes of a Deep Dive.
Ah.
She was having a seizure.
No one was home. She was alone, as she'd planned. Her emergency response bracelet sat on her bedside table, just a few feet away, but Chryssa couldn't make herself reach it. She contorted, puppeted by physiology, even her weak, skeletal legs flipping back and forth as if shaken by a dog.
Contrary to what her father thought, she was safe. There was no chance of being injured. She couldn't fall and hit her head, or run into sharp objects. She might choke on her own tongue, but she played UNOVR sitting up, and even as she shuddered, gravity—for now—was her friend.
She was not afraid of that.
She was afraid he'd come home to find her still, unable to move, with the WorldScreen on her head. She was afraid she would be helpless to protect it, or defend herself, or even to make a stand. She was afraid this would be her last time on UNOVR, and that a quirk of her body might very well spell the death of Bergamot Gristleborg, if not of Chryssa Glasgow.
In time, the spasms ceased. Chryssa lay breathing hard, the world still black, body weak and aching and exhausted. What time is it?
When she had enough control back to do so, she raised her hand. Not to reach for the bracelet— to turn on the headset. It took barely a beat of consideration. Why wait? Why suffer? Why turn Chryssa's head to check the time, when Morgana could turn her whole body in a corrupted hellscape?
But the Dungeon and Bronstanton Manor did not reappear. Instead, she faced a simple message.
SERVER TEMPORARILY OFFLINE. PREPARING FOR WORLD EVENT: NOONLIGHT RAID SERVICE WILL RESUME IN 24 HOURS On the outside, her body began to shake again as Chryssa laughed. GYARADOS, PIPLUP, GLACEON
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Nov 13, 2022 2:47:41 GMT 9
She was running. Away from Jack. Away from Wolverine. Tuesday tugging her by the hand, pressing onward with determined fervor. Bergamot stumbled after her, awkward in her stilettos, eyes still drawn to the gap in the wall where the archway had dissolved. BRONSTANTON MANOR - SECRET ROOM, the tooltip read, bobbing and growing smaller with with each step. Morgana looked down at Tuesday's hand. She squeezed slightly, and kept running. As they reached a crossroads in the manor, it seemed the catgirl's quick action had bought them some time. "Looks like we’re parting ways, Bergamot. Don’t sweat it, wicked always wins.""#Badass you may be," Bergamot said softly, almost to herself, as the blonde Alchemist turned and sprinted away. Her hand felt tingly and she flexed it absentmindedly. "But I'm still the villain."The villain didn't need to be rescued, because they were not the damsel. Villains were set back, hunted down, even defeated, but they were never saved. Heroes saved people. A villain saved themselves, or died trying. So what did that mean for her? For Tuesday? A friend, or a rival? An enemy, or an ally? "...Good luck. Tuesday."It had been smart to turn and run instead of hiding in the Secret Room— there seemed to be no other exits, and nothing they could have used as a weapon against the transformed Pokemon. With Jack and Wolverine pursuing Tuesday, it was just Morgana and her floating Gyarados quietly picking through the hidden chamber. "Tactical maps," Bergamot murmured, looking over the plans. Her eyes still seemed a little unfocused, as if she was not quite there. She took several screenshots of what she was seeing, thinking absentmindedly that she might be able to use them for evil later, and stopped. It occurred to her that she'd seen something like this before.Her eyes sharpen, clarity returning. She turns to the initials on the wall beneath the banner. R.B.C."Cygnus."Triumph kindles smug flames in Morgana's eyes as she suddenly rises up, inspired by the thought of rubbing this in the face of Sarah Lee or one of the other essay finalists. How she, Bergamot Riddle, had single-handedly solved the mystery of the missing Mythstar guild leader. Armed with unjustified certainty, she sailed back out into the yard, ready to gloat and share her theory loudly with anyone who would listen. But nothing was as it seemed. The garden swam with darkness. Players dashed to and fro as smoke rose in a tall pillar from behind the manor, boiling towards the simulated sky. As she set foot on the grass, a terrible CHIME resonated through her skull. Action lines appeared around the edges of her vision. The WARNING - BUZZEDNESS! alert in the corner of her interface flashed warningly. Something's happening, she thought and her eyes flicked to the keg where Laguna had just tapped the shell with a mysterious wooden spoon. Morgana's lips formed an O shape. CRACK!The spoon came down in a deadly arc, and in her Corruption-glazed mind, Bergamot saw the world go autumn-red.
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Nov 9, 2022 23:20:34 GMT 9
Creeeeeak.Morgana flounced through the open gate, dropping to one knee at the fallen Tuesday's side. "Nice work," she whispered unironically. The grass was damp and dewy beneath her hands and she quickly dismissed the idea of stealth-army-crawling through it to the back porch. "Good thinking with that Haze. No lasers, I see..." The mist from Cryogonal would have lit them all up if any had existed, but Morgana was still not convinced. She must have some kind of security. At least a guard dog. <Woof?>"Silence," Bergamot breathed, pushing away the cold nose currently touching her elbow. "We need a— hold on." She stopped abruptly, turning her head to see a Lillipup standing next to the two of them, wagging its tail. "This lawn is... no. It can't be. It's almost like... That would mean...No!"Tall Grass, in Mom's backyard?! ...Actually, it made sense. What better place to do a Catching Tutorial for a beginning trainer? "This is all Dad's fault for not being around to mow it," Bergamot hissed under her breath. "Curse him for being perpetually absent!" Supposedly hers was in a prisoner of war camp, but who cared about that when she'd just realized a sea of low-level spawns was between them and the back door? With the Haze still covering the ground, it was difficult to see how many pairs of bulging Patrat eyes and adorable terrier puppies were truly concealed in wait. "It seems I must use my secret weapon," she said, pulling up her inventory and selecting the item she needed. "...a grenade!"Just kidding. "A Mini_Codie," she said, letting the tiny Porygon pet pixilate into existence. "This won't trigger any spawns, since it's not a real Pokemon. Go investigate and find a safe path!" she ordered it, shooing the miniature AI away. The Mini_Codie floated into the Haze, leaving square, pixel-shaped holes behind itself like a trail of bread crumbs. Bergamot got to her feet, beckoning Tuesday and following close behind. The back porch had never seemed so far away.
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