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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Nov 7, 2022 20:22:11 GMT 9
"Doctor Bunya, was it?" the wounded Morgana asked, following the catgirl into the bowels of the ship. Bergamot had never bothered catching any starter Pokemon for the pint-sized professor during beta, but she still knew the monocled mini-meow on sight. During her stint recruiting for Team Rocket in Base Camp she'd seen Bunya snoozing at her folding table almost every day. "This man... this mystery... this 'Cygnus'... Did you say he's gone?" Her tone was innocent enough, if innocent meant 'sinister' and sinister meant 'not that sinister.' The innards of the ferry were full of generic Crazy Scientist equipment. Bergamot examined one of the walls, trying to read the notes scribbled across the plaster. She traced over one of them with a finger, leaving a streak of blood behind. "Curious..."But alas, curiosity, as they say, killed the catgirl. "Me?" Bergamot demanded indignantly, dodging skillfully behind Bunya as Carvanha began to spray from the hole in the hull. Then she stopped to consider. Her eyes grew wicked. "Yes... me. So you've finally caught on," she said with false triumph, standing up to address her fellow companions. "'Twas I who led you here, where you could not possibly escape!
"'Twas I who gave you an A on your essay assignments!
"'Twas I who— ow eeh ooh ow, God, what the— ow!"Carvanha began to chew on her player model and the villainess blanched as one latched boldly onto her forearm. "Oh my god, get them off."She hurled a Pokemon left-handed, cursing the fact that she'd left Rainbow outside. Her starter Pokemon materialized in a burst of light, looking perturbed at the sight of its mistress covered in gnawing fish. "Guillotine! Remove these pesky parasites immediately!"{CARVANHA 0/200 HP - DEFEATED} GUILLOTINE - PIPLUP (SWEEPER) 200/250 HP (-50) Charm luhnztdSd20d20d20d20d20+ 50 (Rarity x5) + 25 (Swimmer T2 x5) + 100 (Supereffective x5) "What are you, a pacifist? Get them off," Bergamot ordered, feeling lightheaded from blood loss as her Piplup attempted to do damage control. Rather than laying into the fish with her beak and flippers, the penguin seemed to be laying on the charm. Deeply flattered, the piranhas loosened their grip on Morgana and began to flop harmlessly around the hull instead, upsetting stacks of blueprints and generally making a nuisance of themselves. "...I'm just going to sit down for a second," the villainess said, wobbling over to a small cot in the corner covered in cat fur. "Unless I... have another plan..."She sat down anyway, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. As a realistic player she experienced actual pain from incidents like this. Sometimes it was hard to remind herself that she'd chosen this. A life beyond anything I could experience in the real world... this is what it feels like to live, isn't it? Not just being alive. Not just not-dying. Pain. Confusion. Problem-solving. Messy solutions. Blood, fish bites, and all. d20·d20·d20·d20·d20
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Nov 6, 2022 21:37:52 GMT 9
Signing up with Morgana!
Pkmn are meowstic f (Sweeper) and nosepass (Support)
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Nov 6, 2022 21:17:49 GMT 9
"Oh Wooooolverine..."Her voice echoed down the hall, sing-song, empty. Things were changing. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, somehow the more darkness they saw. Skulking in the cracks between wall and ceiling like spiders. Slithering in her shadow. Sliding across the party scoreboard still in the corner of her interface, warping the names of the statistics. No. Not just warping. Changing.The click, click of her high heels stopped. "You've changed too," Bergamot said, face-to-face with the missing Klefki in the hallway. It hovered mutely, a fistful of rusted shanks that creaked softly in the darkness. Bergamot didn't budge. She put a white-gloved hand to her chin as if thinking. "A new coat of paint, perhaps?" Her eyes glittered like shards of broken glass, reflecting the light from the glowing arch. "FREER AND INTERTWINED."
The young woman turned to see Tuesday standing next to her, looking up at the hidden door in the passageway. "Just kidding! It says WRITE ‘FRIEND’ AND ENTER. Are you gonna give it a try?"
"Oh? I'm not a weeb, I can't read Japanese," Bergamot said loftily, examining the door. The whispers in her ears grew louder, clearer. Chanting. Orating. Whose voice was that? A no-eyed man on a moonless road... Unbelievably, before her eyes, one-by-one, the symbols appeared. She raised a hand to touch them, musing, counting letters silently, then took her fingers back. They left glowing streaks behind them like a time-lapse of a starry sky. "Or may-be," the girl said softly, flexing her finger in the air. "I can."FRIEND, she wrote with a flourish, then glanced at the blonde catgirl beside her and added a last-minute S. "That should do it. Evil prevails," she said lightheartedly, rolling up her sleeves. "Now, let's see where this—"<PEEP PEEP.>The smell of smoke in the air was the only warning she had. Jack stood at the end of the hallway, small black eyes oozing with sinister intent. Literally. Bergamot was generally good at rolling with the punches, but the sight of the Mudkip, skinless, blackened, half-melted, was enough to stop even her in her tracks. Something tells me he's not here for me, she thought, feeling a chill. Who had her Pokemon been watching all this time? Her heart began to pound, eyes narrowing as she assessed possibilities. Where's Rainbow? Is it like this too? Did this have anything to do with the shifting letters on the scoreboard, revealing the stats for what they were— or had always been? "He's Corrupted. They both are," Morgana said abruptly. "Through the door—hurry!" What was that dream again?A dream of a doorway, looking back at a face not her own. A dream she had forgotten, a dream where she crossed a forbidden threshold and entered the unknown. A dream where she met God himself, and looked him in the mouth like a gift horse. A dream where she took a deep breath and said— —and said— "You'll never take us alive! Ohohohoho!"The more things change, the more they stay the same.
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Oct 31, 2022 18:12:37 GMT 9
"What? I wath about to do that bit," Bergamot lisped, looking over indignantly at Furrlicity Purrfection. She'd caught her own loose jaw before it had hit the table (thankfully) and opted to put it tastefully in her water glass, like those people who do that with paper napkins at restaurants for some reason. The staff would love cleaning it up later. Tongue flapping in the remaining half of her zombie mouth, the young woman looked over at her new date, who she couldn't see much of due to them being wrapped head to toe in bandages like a mummy. She also had to lean forward and squint to read the subtitles of Derk_TheJerk's question, which otherwise sounded like audible screams. "Ah, yeth, cheethe," she finally pieced together, sitting back in her chair. She pictured the dairy substance and pondered her answer. "The zombieth of milk. Moving on!"At the next date, she shooed away some of the clowns/Mr. Mimes hiding under the table and asked: "What would you do in a zombie apocalypthe?"rr1LUICv1-10 1-10
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Oct 28, 2022 0:56:58 GMT 9
The Hall of Hammers was as hallsome and hammer-inducing as expected. "I don't need hammers," Bergamot said loudly to one of the family portraits on the wall, standing just out of the range of the second inflatable mallet. "I need my Klefki back. It has all my steel-type moves. Have any of you seen Wolverine?" she demanded, turning suddenly on the team (DTF) currently in the room. "I'm worried that it might have been—" Her eyes flashed ominously, and lightning seemed to crash just outside the haunted manor. "—murdered."But it wasn't lightning, it was just Gyarados's hurricane. Looming behind the others in the hall, the sea serpent's mouth opened wide, revealing a nexus of swirling storm clouds. "Nice timing, Rainbow. This ought to do it," Bergamot said in satisfaction, stepping back. One by one, objects began to detach themselves as the wind force increased. The warmth from Sunny Day faded as bands of breeze lashed through the hallway. Yggy Br00ks's Oshawott and Meowth hung onto the third hammer for dear life as family portraits began to rattle and crash off the walls, then go pinwheeling away. "Ohohoho!" Bergamot laughed wildly as the second hammer flapped on its mechanism like an inflatable tube man in a tornado— then she coughed as her own hair flew into her mouth. "Peh!"When the hurricane died down, the hall was almost unchanged, though the second hammer looked a little droopier than before. "That's it?" she asked indignantly, then pushed her way back through the other team, shooing Rainbow aside to make space back in the foyer. "How anticlimactic..."After the click of her high heels faded, there was a strange sound in the hall beside Alice!. It touched a strange, high-pitched place on the frequency scale— like fingernails on porcelain, or shattering ice, or a silent scream. The sound of rust. The sound of wrongness.The sound of a key sliding into place.
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Oct 27, 2022 11:22:49 GMT 9
"There must be a secret passage here somewhere," said Morgana. She'd attempted to go through the door into the garden and had been given the ever-original <AREA INACCESSIBLE> message. "To every lock, there is a key!"She produced her Klefki, which, unknown to her, shed sheets of incorporeal rust and decay onto the spotless wood flooring. She was kneeling down by the garden door, about to fit it into the keyhole like a master locksmith, when she heard Kath Ulu slur for help. "You're lucky I find asymmetry both evil and compelling," Bergamot groused, getting to her feet and flouncing over to check out the bookshelf. If we're lucky, moving the book will even unlock a secret passage. That was the most natural solution. "Here's your problem. It's locked behind an objective," Bergamot said, checking her UI and finding the prompt. "Perhaps there's a... yes, there we go." She reached elbow-deep into Bulby's flower like a magician performing a trick and pulled out a Leech Seed. "And with a little pinch of Torment..."At her command, scribbles of dark energy collected around the Klefki like barely-obscured profanity. The string of catscratches surrounded the seed, forming a nuclei of uncontrollable power. Bergamot threw back her head and laughed, hair whipping in the breeze as unknowable forces collected in the kitchen. Then there was a ping!The recipe book Bulby had been reaching for fell off the shelf, hopefully into his waiting vines. Bergamot did a quick perimeter check for secret passages, but found nothing unusual. The door to the Garden was still locked as well. "What a shame," she sighed, going to put Wolverine back in her pocket. But the Klefki was gone. Silver, rust, and all. When did I lose it? Perturbed, Bergamot squeezed past her Gyarados and flounced back out of the kitchen, headed for the Hall of Hammers instead.
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Oct 25, 2022 11:13:10 GMT 9
"The goose, naturally," Bergamot responded, twirling a strand of hair between her fingers. Having been trampled by and buried alive beneath a Mudkip Swarm once, she knew very well the folly of taking on a huge number of creatures at once. "I think they're quite large to begin with. Perhaps ten or twelve goose-sized-horses, but I wouldn't last a second against a hundred."She took a sip of her halloween drink, which was colored red like blood but tasted like bubblegum. Surprising as the speed dating event at the mime circus was, it was not surprising to see orioncayge here, albeit in zombie form. It seemed she got partnered up with him everywhere she went these days. Perhaps it was... destiny?! A likely story, Bergamot thought as she threw her arms open wide and allowed Super-Size Pumpkaboo to carry her away to the next table. "You there!" she announced, gently deposited across from her new partner. "What's your ideal date?" A surprisingly generic question from the villainess, but she was planning to ramp up as the evening went on. dxNSnK9A1-10 1-10
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Oct 24, 2022 21:26:43 GMT 9
"Someone's in the kitchen with 'Gaaaana..."The Vanillish in the room hid behind a flour canister, its ice cream heart pounding in its cone-shaped breast. Nearby, Bergamot helped herself to a container of frozen yogurt she'd found. The sweetness did little to soothe away the rank taste of forest beer, which lingered, unsettling and vile on her tongue. Her weird, quiet Pokemon hung back near the doorway, watching Tuesday with soulless eyes. "Someone's in the kitchen with fro-o-o-yo..."A popup appeared as she went to put the frozen yogurt back in the freezer. <USE AN ICE-TYPE MOVE?>"Oho! What's this? A clue!" Bergamot tucked her fro-yo back under her arm and spun around. "Rainbow, use your Ice Fang!"<My teeth are getting a little sore, actually,> Rainbow said, peeking in from the hallway. Its massive head squeezed through into the kitchen, frills hugging either side of the frame. <Did we ever clear that game we were playing? With all the cups, and the symbols?>"Don't worry about that now," Bergamot said after blinking for a moment at the sea serpent. It had never spoken before, but then again, her Pokemon Speech had gotten reset to default earlier. I keep forgetting, since they don't normally say anything. It made Jack's newfound silence particularly odd. Giving a serpentine 'shrug', Rainbow opened its enormous mouth. Frost collected around its jaws as it breathed out rime and winter, the temperature of the room dropping as the warm, peaceful atmosphere took on a sudden chill. Saliva dripped from daggerlike fangs and froze before it fell, becoming three-foot icicles. What should have been a terrifying sight was unquestionably reassuring to the Vanillish, who peeped out again at the sudden surge of cold, frosty air. <OBJECTIVE 1/2 complete. USE AN ICE-TYPE POKEMON?> "A-ha! We're onto something!" No sooner did she speak that Morgana remembered she didn't have an ice-type Pokemon. Even her drippy Glaceon was a water-type due to the Type Mod she'd slapped onto it for Swimmer shenanigans. "Hmph! Well, I'm sure Tuesday has a Cryogonal. Are you out there?" she called, squeezing past Rainbow's bulk to try and spot the catgirl.
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Oct 20, 2022 11:19:35 GMT 9
It's all fun and games. Share the party WITH your party!'Til dice are rolled, and fates are changed. Jack the Mudkip has been chosen!
Morgana watched the little indicator in the corner of her vision as it rolled to a stop, a single dot on its surface staring back at her like a singular eye. Then she looked at Jack. At first glance, nothing seemed different. No aura, no status effect, no collectable hat. "Well? Do you feel 'chosen'?" she asked the Mudkip, who didn't respond. No 'peep peep' or cautionary advice about drinking too much. Instead, slowly, the Pokemon's head turned until he was looking over his shoulder at something else. "...Are you even paying attention?"Beady black eyes bored into Tuesday and Alice!. Even to Morgana, something about Mudkip's usually wide, comical face didn't seem so cute anymore. "...Anyway, I suppose I'll find out later," Bergamot said, annoyed. She tried to dismiss the uneasy feeling by flouncing back over to the Poke Pong table, where a significant portion of the board had been revealed. It swam behind the blurry filter the game had applied to her vision, but it looked like it said Shout. "Oho, what's this? Rainbow, Wolverine, attack!"Never one to change up her moves even when they weren't working out for her, the Gyarados lunged forward with Ice Fang and Klefki huffed and puffed and rattled the cups with fairy wind. l27ELXrt1-201-20 hit, drink | reroll 1-20reroll 1-20miss, drink As she collected her drinks, brushing away flakes of soot, Bergamot noticed Big Bee approaching the keg. How drunk is he? she wondered as she saw him place both hands on the dark wood. Was he going to try and tip it over? Twould be a party foul of epic proportions, Bergamot mused, narrow-eyed. She was a natural-born villain. So of course she felt compelled to join the man at the keg, to lay her stained hands reverently on the warm wood beside his. It was a futile endeavor, of course. One touch, and Morgana knew it was well beyond her means to destroy. ...And why would she want to? They were having so much fun.The dice rolled again, but she barely noticed it. She was transfixed by the popup which had appeared. pray or sacrifice?"My my, what a pretty pickle," she murmured out loud. She was debating whether to sacrifice one of her Pokémon just to see what would happen when Ladybug:Chadwick announced what she'd been waiting for. "Murder Mystery Scavenger Hunt!" Bergamot breathed, clasping her hands to her busom like a wealthy lady receiving fortuitous news from a courtier. "Say more right now!" At last, the mansion would be hers to pillage and traipse about! Quickly, she knelt on the grass and composed a prayer to the keg. "Grow terrible and strong," she prayed. "May your followers chug, your apostles hold their liquor, and your enemies have hangovers. Amen, praise the keg." With that, Bergamot hoisted up her skirts and hurried back over to the manor gates to stand in line, or await further instructions. Rainbow, Wolverine, and the mysteriously silent Jack joined her as well, leaving ichorous footprints in his wake. 1-20·1-20·1-20·1-20
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Oct 18, 2022 1:25:55 GMT 9
"I have the perfect retort prepared for all of you," Bergamot announced, arriving on location. Back at the Lab, everyone she'd called out had been sure to give her a piece of their minds, but Professor Ash had rudely interrupted with all sorts of exposition before Morgana could deliver a response. "And it is that any relationship with fellow academics is best started out on the wrong foot."
To demonstrate, she stepped forward and promptly fell off the side of the cliff.
She would have liked to say she laughed all the way down, but it was more like a short scream and the 'eef, oof' sounds of someone rolling down a slope at high speeds. Fortunately, she was sound enough of mind to send out a large Pokemon to cushion her fall before actually plunging into the waters below.
"Rainbow!"
The Gyarados roared as it materialized in the water beside the ferry, tiny eyes blinking as it cast around for the source of the voice. Its whiskers fanned in alarm as the light dawned and it finally looked up. Bergamot fell directly towards its gaping jaws with her arms and legs spread wide like a skydiver, vanishing inside the creature's mouth.
It was like a magic trick. The Gyarados shut its mouth, swam towards the cliffline, then gently deposited a drooly, windswept Morgana on the shore.
Her companions would find her waiting at the bottom of the switchback trail, dabbing at a large cut across her forehead and gingerly picking little rocks out of her scrapes and scratches. "Oh, so you finally caught up," she said woozily, flashing a smile over her shoulder. Rainbow rested its head on the surface of the water nearby, blowing bored-looking bubbles. One popped as it rolled its eyes at the party. "Let's get on this ferry already, I can practically taste Beta Island. Tropical, naturally."
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Oct 17, 2022 18:39:22 GMT 9
Morgana circled the leaf-tuft like a gardener circling a particularly noxious weed. But instead of a spade and a gardening fork, she had only a...
Well, what did she have?
She stopped circling the tuft and brought up her inventory. Iron ingot x6. Crowbar. Diary Entry #44. What was that? Had she forgotten to read that after she'd picked it up somewhere? "Oh, another one of those," Morgana said, bored. She dismissed the diary entry and continuing to search through her inventory for a shovel to extract the shapely mystery Pokemon. Maybe she should just craft one. I need more ingots, though. Was it worth it?
"The crowbar should be fine," Bergamot decided, hooking one end of it in the soil and tugging with all her might. The Petilil popped out easily. "Aha! Got you!" she said in satisfaction, catching it in a Pokeball. "Now, off to collect more diary entries!"
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Oct 17, 2022 17:59:37 GMT 9
Morgana crept closer, one high heel in front of the other, lamplike blue eyes fixed on her prey. She tested the wind. Downwind. Check. If there was an in-game camera it would have been positioned right behind her head for a dramatic POV as she crept through the tall, tickling grass like a lioness. Then with a wh-POW! and a motion like a cracking whip, she swung the fishing rod. FWEEEE! The hook snaked out, crossing the plains in a surge of thin fishing line. It fell in a perfect cast towards the fluffy-headed Rufflet currently pecking at the ground, poised perfectly to tangle around its ankle— Brring, Brring!The fishing rod suddenly disappeared from her hands. <There's a time and a place for everything!> chided QUACXEE from the corner of her user interface. "Curses!" Bergamot said, bursting out of the grass right next to Big Bee. "Oho, if it isn't the would-be fishing prodigy," she said, looking the bandana guy up and down. She held one gloved hand superiorly to her mouth so she could titter behind it. "Well, I have something to tell you. Prepare for trouble!"
She didn't get to finish the Team Rocket speech, since the Rufflet she'd angered came swooping down over her head, pecking aggressively at her oversized forehead. "Objection!" Bergamot said while ducking, sending out some Pokemon to protect her. It was her drippy Glaceon, Starface. "Use Ice Beam!"Starface didn't know Ice Beam, but at least it knew Icy Wind. It felt more like Rainy Wind, however, and merely got the Rufflet's feathers wet.
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Oct 14, 2022 17:56:02 GMT 9
Morgana lay across her row of folding chairs, blinking Mudkip drool out of her eyes, and wondered how it had come to this. Twenty minutes ago she'd been sauntering up the front drive towards the mansion, a Klefki key between every finger, fully prepared to break into a haunted house. Of course, that hadn't done much to dismiss the literal area off-limits popup that had prevented her from going farther. "Isn't this just metaphorically off-limits? Like, setting flavor?" she'd tried to argue with her User Interface, but the barrier had remained. Why was an area of the open-world map so exclusive that it had its own game-text force field all around it? There was a simple explanation— because it was a Dungeon. Morgana had thought there was something suspicious about this whole event, and this is what it came down to. The precursor to a dungeon dive in someone's back yard, getting drunk on virtual beer from the virtual forest. Not statistically drunk, either, the way you were 'statistically' hurt when your HP went down. Drunk. Realistically drunk— "A-ha!"Morgana sat up with a flourish and accessed her user settings. She'd always played with her pain settings on Realistic— what that why the alcohol was affecting her more than other people? Ordinarily, Chryssa would never voluntarily deaden her sensory experience in the world. But the alcohol itself was already deadening, whether she liked it or not. Reset to Default... Confirm... Yes...<You're up!> Jack cried, wagging his tail. <Are you feeling better?>"Of course," Bergamot replied, wondering how Pokemon Speech had gotten switched on. "A mere inconvenience, dear Jack." She swung her legs over the side of the chairs and was back on her feet. Though the world was still blurry around the edges, it was clearly a visual filter. An annoyance— like getting hit with the squid in Mario Kart— but not a game-changer. "I'm ready for more!" the brunette announced, pointing at the Poke Pong table. Jack's wide mouth dropped open. <Huh?> he squeaked. <But you've had... six? Are you sure?>"Ohohoh! A mere inconvenience," she chortled villainously, getting to her feet. "I'll take my keys back now, Jack, thank you." The Mudkip passed her Klefki's keyring, which he'd been keeping around his tail. <Are you sure?> he asked doubtfully one last time, scampering to keep up as she took her place at the starting line. <I'm uh, not sure how safe this forest beer is. Aren't you worried?> "Nope!"She wasn't afraid of the forest beer. She wasn't afraid of getting drunk for the sake of revealing its secrets. This was a game. Chrysa was in control. She could push herself to the brink and past the edge without looking back, remorseless, and rise victorious. She was not afraid. "Praise the keg," she said with eyes like flint, and sent her Pokemon forward. REROLLS ztQ3jrsd1-201-20 miss (drink) | (5 + 5 = 10) 1-20·1-20
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Oct 13, 2022 13:58:24 GMT 9
Assuming her captive audience was too awed by her legendary Combee Joke to respond, Bergamot flipped her curtain of chestnut brown hair like a matador's cape and stared dramatically into the afternoon sun. "Très magnifique," she said softly, eyes watering, then raised her glass to the miasma-shrouded keg. "Praise the keg."She drank, or rather pretended to drink, since she'd already finished her beer earlier. Well, this won't last...She refilled again and again, daring fate to force her hand, daring consequence to crush her. She played the game and danced to the music in tight, concentric circles, spinning and spinning like an axis running counter to the world. Her Pokemon repeated their performance, a storm of ice and wind and crushing blows that sought to clear the sea of colored cups. Morgana closed her eyes. When she came to, she was laying across a row of folding chairs. There was something heavy on her chest. A straightjacket? was Chryssa's first thought, followed by Am I in the hospital? Hadn't the inevitable finally happened where she had a seizure while hooked up to the WorldScreen and no one had been able to respond in time? Or was she now trapped in the game as a permanent NPC due to dying in real life? She'd been expecting that plot twist for awhile, so she was disappointed to see her HUD still fully active. chug chug! praise the keg!Mudkip was crouched on her chest, a thin line of drool descending from the corner of his mouth. <Peep peep!> Jack cried, wagging his tail in relief. As he spoke, the drool snapped, falling directly into her eye with a splash. Bergamot Riddle sat up with an indignant shriek, rubbing her eyes. ...It seemed like she'd blacked out for a moment. Maybe from all the spinning. Maybe from the multiple drinks. Maybe from telling jokes that were too skillful and bee-rilliant. "It seems I've developed a case of the vapors," Bergamot said from her prone position, managing to manifest a southern accent. Why was the world still spinning? She waved feebly. "Someone else take my drink. Wait, actually, no. I'll keep it." Bergamot Riddle was a ruthless thief, not a charity benefactor! 1-100·1-100·1-100
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Oct 9, 2022 19:50:24 GMT 9
Morgana had already had one beer and spent the rest of the party sneaking around, attempting to access off-limits areas like the mansion and the woods with her trusty Klefki. When this failed, she was forced to trudge her high-heeled self all the way back to the party and take out her frustration on the Poke Pong Field. Nobody was quite sure what hit them—a whirlwind of ice-coated Gyarados jaws and sparkly pink wind blew through the solo cups, followed by a Mudkip who tried to bust the table in two. zNM1kB9k1-1001-1001-100GYARADOS - ICE FANG KLEFKI - FAIRY WIND MUDKIP - ROCK SMASH "You're all terrible / brilliant angels," Bergamot said depending on the result, accepting or delegating any additional cups of forest beer. "Return, all of you! I have bigger fish to fry."Her eyes lingered on Moon Bunny. "Hello," she said softly, stepping up to introduce herself. She bore a strange, detached air, as if she didn't quite belong at this party. "I'm sorry, you just... remind me of someone.""...Someone in a joke," the villainess finished unexpectedly. Her eyes gleamed with sudden, innocent mischief. "Have you heard it? The Combee Joke?"She took a step closer. "There are two Combees, or technically six if you prefer. Let's call them Com-beezus and Com-beezley. One day they're sitting in a bar, enjoying their favorite com-beer." Bergamot took a sip of her forest beer to illustrate the point. "Com-beezus is com-bee-laboring the failure of his small com-bee-zuiness, which sells lightbulbs." No pun there. "There they are, talking, when a dame walks in. Beedrill, I think. Long legs to the middle of her thorax, com-bee-eautiful. She also has pink hair, just like you."Alice! also had pink hair, so Morgana turned to include the nearby player in the joke. "Her name is Bee-atrice, and she is bee-reathtaking. She wants to talk to Com-beezus about expanding his com-beezness. Com-beezley buzzes off, since he knows he's not wanted." Bergamot did not do the same, regrettably. "The two get to talking, and pretty soon, one thing leads to another, and they're com-bee-trothed. Bee-atrice makes a lovely bee-lushing bee-ride, and each—"<Peep peep?> asked Jack, her Mudkip, who was sitting on the grass listening to the joke with his head cocked to one side. "No, it wouldn't make sense to say 'com' before Bee-atrice's puns, she's a pink-haired Beedrill, not a Combee," Morgana emphasized. "Don't interrupt, please. Anyway, what was happening? They just got married?" She took a moment to compose herself before continuing. "Soon they have some children, who they name Weendy and Weedleine. You can guess where I'm going with this," she added, "Both Weedle bee-abies have pink hair, just like their mother! As they grow up, both decide they want to get into pro wrestling."<Peep...>"Pro wrestling," Bergamot said louder over Jack's confused peeping. "And com-beeing a good dad, Com-beezus does everything he can to support their dream. But there's a B-Plot—"<P-peep?!>"...Yes, a com-bee plot! Bee-cause, a corporate Bee-E-O has just moved into town and offered to buy Com-beezus's lightbulb bee-zuiness! What to do, what to do...? Truly, Com-beezus is torn." Bergamot's eyes flicked between her victims and she lowered her voice. "Should he sell out to Beeg Bee-zuiness? He goes home and talks to Bee-atrice, and they decide to take the deal. The next day, the whole family goes out to celebrate at the Bee-attle Tower."Morgana waves a white-gloved hand, gesturing in order to paint the picture of the tower in her audience's minds. "It's huge, like a multi-story shopping mall. On each floor they sell different types of bee-attling items, and of course, the Weedle Girls want to go to the TM corner right away so they can learn some moves to com-beeat their opponents. They head up there and are dismayed to see the lines are practically out the door. Every little Weedle in town wants a Focus Blast or a Focus Punch, but bee-fore they can even get in line for any of them, a madman with a com-bee-bee-gun breaks into the store! It's Com-beezley, his old friend from the bar, and he's back for revenge!""Revenge," she continued dramatically, "Bee-cause he'd always secretly loved Bee-atrice. Screams ring out through the Bee-attle Tower. People hiding under tables, behind doors, running away down the escalators!" Chaos! "...Com-beezley flies towards the family. 'Die, you son-of-a-com-beetch,' he buzzes, and and aims the bee-bee gun straight at one of Com-beezus's three heads— but just then, com-beep! com-beep! Sirens sound! Just when all hope seems lost, Bee-attle Tower security tackles him and takes him away."Her fingers drummed an absentminded rhythm on the outside of her cup. The beer inside was long-gone. "Afterwards, the family pulls themselves to their feet. It's com-been a traumatic experience, but they got through it together. Most of the people who were waiting have fled, though a few are still in line for Focus Blast. Com-beezus lets out his breath. 'Whew. That was pretty scare-bee!' he says to Bee-atrice, who's already gathered the children. 'I can't believe Com-beezley would snap like that. Everyone's gone...'
"True, but at least now there's no Focus Punch Line.'"1-100·1-100·1-100
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