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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?”
INTERACT WITH ANOTHER PLAYER +10
SUSTAIN A PLAYER INJURY +10
{BREAKDOWN}
GYARADOS (250/250 HP) Active
Damaged by (opponent) for (x HP)
Damaged by (action) for (x HP)
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Damaged by (opponent) for (x HP)
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Nov 16, 2022 0:54:42 GMT 9
CORRUPTION
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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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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) 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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