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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Oct 8, 2022 0:09:08 GMT 9
"But it's boring if we ask," Bergamot said, disappointed. Their sister Ruby 's concerns about Mom's temperament were valid, considering she still lived at home, but 'asking Mom for permission' only had two results. One: she said yes, and they acquired the parts without a struggle. Two: she said no, and they either walked away disappointed or took it anyway, in which case there was no reason to ask to begin with. Could there be a third, more interesting option? A hostage crisis, perhaps?! "Ask forgiveness before permission!" she announced, linking muscular, Pokemon-punching arms with orioncayge . "I will be teaming up with this person. To Mom's House!"She stopped briefly to don a hard hat, safety vest, and worker's gloves (over her usual white gloves, naturally.) After a moment's thought, she also released guillotine flatflipper. "Guillotine, go to to the junkyard," she commanded, which earned her a side-eye. She shooed the Piplup impatiently. "You know exactly where I'm talking about, don't give me that. Science is waiting!" ...When they arrived at the cute, ordinary-looking house, Bergamot did not follow Buzzster Hooperham and Finnegan Fjord into the garage. Instead, she sailed straight up the front porch and through the doorway into the home. "Don't worry, I wouldn't dream of stealing anything without permission," she said to orioncayge , "A pity our siblings are not so forthright. Oh, there she is! Hello, mother." The cute, brown-haired woman was currently stooped over talking to a little Vulpix in the kitchen. "What? Bergamot! And Orion! What a pleasant surprise!" She straightened up, beaming. "Yes, I've brought my brother for a familial visit," Bergamot said, striking a pose next to Orion like an assistant showing off a particularly valuable prize in a game show. "I would love to chat and put out that small fire, but the situation is urgent. I've figured out how to break Father out of that prisoner of war camp.""Your father?" Mom cried, putting a hand up to her mouth. "A fire? Oh no!" "Yes, I need the training wheels in the garage," Bergamot explained as Mom beat out the sparks in her kitchen rug. "Sweetie, I can't tell you how many times I've tried to break him out already. The security's rock-solid! You'd probably need Arceus himself to break through their defensive perimeter," Mom said, opening a window to let out the smoke. "I don't see how some old training wheels are going to help.""Curses. She's smarter than I thought," Bergamot whispered to orioncayge. Mom straightened up. "Now, be honest with me," she said, looking between the two of them. No, she looked at Orion. Her expression was not accusatory—simply puzzled, and sincere. "...Orion, what's really going on?"Guillotine Flatflipper toddled through the little junkyard, avoiding junkyard Patrat where she could. She wove between stacks of rusty car parts and stinking heaps of Incongruous Goo left over from players' failed crafting attempts, searching for something that looked salvageable.
She came around a corner and found something even more incongruous than the goo— something Bergamot Gristleborg would have dearly liked to find, and was currently in the process of failing to obtain at this moment. It was a mountain of training wheels. At least 53 bikes' worth of them, enough to last the entire Beta Tester population through their fictional childhoods.
It seemed Mom had recently cleaned out her garage. (Probably to make room for even more training wheels.)
Guillotine stood before the pile, cocking her oversized penguin head back and forth. This was obviously what they were looking for, but trying to extract a single set of wheels like the ones needed for the wagon was like playing a dangerous game of pick-up-sticks. Who knew what would happen if the mountain of wheels came crashing down? They were wheels— given enough inertia, they could roll anywhere.
After a moment, it came to her. Guillotine pushed off the ground. Immediately, the normal 'gravity' physics became 'water' physics for the water-type Pokemon, as per Morgana's Swimmer ability. Paddling with her flippers, back feet churning the 'water' behind her, Guillotine zoomed up to the very top of the pile. A set of training wheels sat there like a cherry on top, sparkly pink ones decorated with faded stickers.
Jabbing it sharply with her beak, Guillotine loosened the rust and tangled spokes which held them in place. Using Peck, she bent wires and chipped away at the metal holding them in place— all the while managing to "float" above the pile treading water.
Seizing them in her back claws like a hawk snatching a rabbit, Guillotine pulled. LUCK POINTS2gIV5oed1d6 x 10 SKILL POINTS+10 for Swimmer Pokemon Ability +10 for Peck TEAMWORK POINTS+10 for working with Orion TOTAL+ 60 to Wagon (80/100) 1d6
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Oct 3, 2022 0:35:51 GMT 9
Considering what an actual delinquent she had been all throughout the Back to School Event, it only made sense Morgana "Queen Elizabeth" Riddle was getting called into the office. She bore a smug smile as she sailed in the door to the Starter Lab, which was utterly unfamiliar to her. Unlike orioncayge, Laguna, and Sarah Lee, all of whom were dedicated researchers and adventurers who regularly brought Ash their findings, Bergamot preferred running around in the wilderness "being evil" and helping no one. Her eyes swept the room, which she vaguely remembered from the intro to the game. It was just as BORING as she remembered, filled with boring lab things like chairs and essays. "Hello, Professor," she said, tossing her long, chestnut-colored hair as she settled into one of the 'boring' chairs. "I take it my essay was noteworthy? Highly insightful? Do you perhaps have questions about the Animorphs?"She took the plastic folder from the silver-haired woman and glanced over the cover page. "Oh, the Statistics one," she said, disappointed that her Regions essay had failed to accrue any gold stars. No matter! "My uncle's fine, actually, I was just testing your capacity for empathy." She gave Ash a bright smile. "I wasn't speaking of just Arceus, necessarily. More of a... collective." The minds at GameFreak, to be exact, but Morgana didn't want to freak Ash's game mind. Who knew what someone might do if they realized their reality was manufactured? That the world and everything they knew was artificial? ...That they were just a pawn in someone else's plot, following along under the pretense of free will? "No matter. I'm sure we'll run into 'God' eventually." She showed her teeth. For a moment, she didn't look very nice, or even like someone pretending to be evil. She just looked... Like a different person. ... Morgana noticed Sarah Lee at that moment and changed the subject. "Oh, you're here too? That's strange. I thought you were a battler, not a writer."Morgana noticed orioncayge at that moment and changed the subject. "Oh, you're here too? That's strange. I thought you were a dancer, not a writer."Morgana noticed Laguna at that moment and changed the subject. "Oh, you're here too? That's strange. I thought you were a women's suffrage activist, not a writer."Morgana noticed C0D13:ProfessorAsh at that moment and changed the subject. "Oh, sorry, what did you say? Something about a mission?"
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Oct 2, 2022 23:54:41 GMT 9
Chespin seemed to be struggling to speak, so she gave it a little shake. "Talk, prisoner!"
She was talking to a wall. The Chespin had already fainted dead away. It hung limply from her fingers. "Ugh! Already? Beta Island...!" What did she expect, honestly?
She'd have to solve this mystery on her own.
Catching the Chespin in her Golden Pokeball, Bergamot circled the area. There were signs of Wild Pokemon visiting this place. While it may have ceased to literally exist while no players were present, the game kept up the illusion of time having passed. Things looked different than when she'd left. Grass was longer. The digital scars and missing tiles looked softer, as if their edges had healed over.
As Morgana circled the little shoebox, she realized something.
This was no singular Pokemon's work. The Canopy Pokemon had been visiting this place— often. Almost daily, it looked like. There was more than just fresh grass beneath the little box— there were berries, twigs, little pieces of twigs.
"It's like a shrine," she said out loud, almost as a joke, then stopped. Could it actually be...?
When the players had left Beta Island, it had left a void in their wake. Even if textures and images weren't being generated, the code had been hard at work. Revering the things left behind, lamenting the loss of the people who'd saved their home. Tribute.
Beta Island wanted them back.
Morgana knew she didn't have much more time here now that she'd caught her spawn, and the fact that she'd had so long was probably just yet another extended glitch (or was it a feature?)
So she did the one thing it felt like would matter the most: she propped the shoebox back up, dug the stick in a little more firmly, and made an offering.
It takes grass to build grass. The blades dropped from her hands like confetti, christening the shrine.
"I'll be back," she said, and the setting changed.
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Oct 2, 2022 23:45:51 GMT 9
This glitchy-ass Beta Island. She'd barely caught sight of the first Chespin under the box before it had de-and then re-spawned. This time she made sure to catch it quickly— not with the Golden Pokeball, but with her bare hand.
<SQUEAK!>
"A-ha," Bergamot said, ensnaring the rodent in the box with one hand and holding it up by the tip of its naked little tail. Her expression was not one of disgust, however, but triumph. "You foolish fool, you really thought you could escape me?" She'd already forgotten she was supposed to be playing the hero— what do you expect after months? "You fell right into my trap..."
Something was strange, however. She'd forgotten to check on this trap for months and months - the fresh grass she'd left beneath the box as a tempting childhood promise should have withered and dried out by now, but it was still as fresh as when she'd left it.
Morgana frowned. Had someone been replacing it?
"Don't tell me," she said, demonstrating her A in Statistics by putting two and two together. "You've been replacing my grass every day? Why?"
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Oct 2, 2022 23:39:00 GMT 9
...And wait she did. Seasons passed. Saplings grew into trees and were deleted by C0D13. Swarms came and went, and Bergamot Gristleborg forgot about the trap she'd set in the Beta Island Canopy. I can tell what you're thinking. What poor, poor Pokemon actually fell into Morgana's trap and spent four months trapped in a shoebox on an island that wasn't even accessible by normal players? Fortunately, she didn't actually catch any Pokemon. Most evil intentions aside, that wasn't how Pokemon were actually caught in this game. Things happened in conjunction with players, not independently of them. If there were no players to hear it, a tree falling in the forest really didn't make a sound. Setting details spawned based on vicinity, becoming more complex based on how close the player actually was. The more you focused on something, the more detail you would see because more detail was then generated.Supply and demand. Simple. So Morgana didn't catch a Pokemon in the trap she left on Beta Island. As soon as she left, the trap ceased to exist. ...But when she came back, eventually, she would find the stick was down. Something was inside.
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Oct 2, 2022 10:34:36 GMT 9
On June 1, Bergamot set up a Pokemon Trap.
It was similar to a leprechaun trap in that it was A. a large shoebox tipped up via a B. stick with a C. piece of grass underneath for bait.
Here was the concept: a grass-type Pokemon comes, longing to munch on grass. It takes grass to build grass, their mothers had told them when they were baby grass-type Pokemon. Eat as much grass as you can. No matter what. Promise me, my child. Following their childhood promise, the grass-type Pokemon would have no choice but to try and ease their way beneath the shoebox to chomp the nutritious treat.
...Then the stick would fall and BAM! Plunge the grass-type Pokemon into darkness.
No way out. No escape. Only the unforgiving, thin, cardboard walls of the shoebox. Their own personal prison, until the day Bergamot Gristleborg stopped by again to liberate them. What gratitude they would have!
And never would they suspect that she set the trap to begin with...
Truly, she was a splendid villainess.
(Now she just had to wait.)
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Oct 1, 2022 0:00:18 GMT 9
Thank you!!!!!!!!!!
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Sept 30, 2022 0:17:56 GMT 9
It was the dead of night, and Bergamot Gristleborg was posed outside Mom's House in the most suspicious possible way. Back flat against the siding, check. Half-concealed behind a bush, check (being completely concealed meant giving up potential photo ops. Just in case anyone was catching this epic heist on camera.) Holding a crowbar, check. Morgana had forged the crowbar earlier that spring at the Post-Raid Barbecue when she'd been trying to get orioncayge to mess up his dancing minigame. Now, she planned to use it for evil. Mom would be so disappointed— but Mom wasn't here. Tuesday was. She'd gotten the idea to invite Tuesday when she'd checked the date and time of her planned heist, which was on a Tuesday. Oh yes, this was a completely premeditated breaking-and-entering plot. She'd been planning it ever since she'd heard on the Rumor Mill that the Ruby NPC in Mom's spare room could be used to fight Darkrai in the Dream World. Who would turn down the chance to fight Darkrai?! "Here, put this on," Bergamot said, handing Tuesday a black ski mask. "It's a collectable hat." Bergamot did not clarify how she'd won this collectible hat. She also made no attempt to put on a ski mask of her own. She put her ear against the side of the house, listening for guards. "Ivory. Pantone 1109-07," she said grimly. "...Let's move out."Barefoot, like all wayward children who'd failed to pick up their Running Shoes, Bergamot tiptoed up to the gate enclosing the back yard. At the sight of the simple picket fence, her eyes lit up. Our first obstacle! She'd been hoping for a moat full of Feraligatrs, but perhaps that was a bit much to ask from a Tutorial Setting. "Give me a boost," she whispered to Tuesday, eyes gleaming with assurance. "Not even a force field? Child's play. Like taking candy from a Mime Jr."
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Sept 29, 2022 11:30:37 GMT 9
TRAINER STARSTRAINER STAR 1✔️ Obtain Running Shoes x Complete the Catching Tutorial x Battle YOUR RIVAL (NPC) x Deliver the Package from Professor Ash x Equip 1 Pokemon in Each Skill Tree ✔️ Catch 3 Wild Pokemon - Magikarp, Rowlet, Dewpider ✔️ Start 2 Open Threads - one, two ✔️ Post in a Challenge Tower 3 times - one, two, three ✔️ Visit a Shrine ✔️ Upgrade your Tall Grass HP - 50 HP at some point ✔️ Link your Application in your Mini-Profile ✔️ Make an Inventory and Link it in your Mini-Profile ✔️ Post in Face Claims and the Member Directory ✔️ Participate in a Story Quest - Global Swarming TRAINER STAR 2✔️ Purchase at least 1 Tier 3 Upgrade - T3 Support ✔️ Hit over 100 in a Single Attack ✔️ Unlock a Special Ability - Recoil ✔️ Trade 1 Pokemon (to a store or other player) - Petilil for Nosepass ✔️ Defeat a Colossal Pokemon - Glaceon ✔️ Participate in an Egg Hunt - May Egg Hunt #3 ✔️ Encounter a Rare Pokemon in the wild - Blue Magikarp ✔️ Form Change a Pokemon using an item or Shrine ✔️ Start 3 threads based on Route Exploration Objectives - one two three✔️ Unlock 3 Trainer Titles ✔️ Obtain a Fishing Rod and 3 Magikarp ✔️ Change Trainer Subclass (Kindler) ✔️ Start a Pokemon Refresh and link it in your Mini-Profile ✔️ Use the rolling thread for a mechanical battle TRAINER STAR 3✔️ Meet 8 Major NPCs - Ash, Bunya, Cygnus, Chadwick, Mom, C0D13, Chanda Mama, Seta ✔️ Participate in a Raid - HTR & Noonlight ✔️ Encounter a Corrupted Pokemon - Briar Beast ✔️ Give a Pokemon to a Professor (Ash or Bunya) - Duraludon to Ash ✔️ Exalt/Sacrifice a Pokemon at a Shrine (Dewpider to Giant Shrine) ✔️ Meet 10 Player Characters - Big Bee, Sarah Lee, Orion, Tuesday, Finn, Alice!, Moon Bunny, Laguna, Furrlicity, Diva ✔️ White Out in Battle ( DWTS on Ice) ✔️ Visit the Everworld x Run a Scenario ✔️ Help Develop a Settlement - Mime Circus ✔️ Obtain a strand of Legendary DNA (Kyogre) ✔️ Join a Guild - Mythstar ✔️ Complete a Story Quest Line - Steel Yourselves ✔️ Meet Up Offline with Another Player - Apocalypse Now
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Sept 29, 2022 10:23:22 GMT 9
Morgana stood at the edge of the pit at the edge of the woods, rocking on her heels.
It was natural to think something was inside the vast hole, something waiting at the bottom, staring up at her even as she stared down. But Morgana felt in her bones something far more chilling— there was nothing there. She felt an absence in the abyss, a void that pulled the injuries from her team and the memory of how she'd found her way through the Timberlands to this location.
She flexed her fingers.
Something is different.
Blue eyes seemed gray, just for a moment.
Then Morgana held a dripping Glaceon over the edge of the pit by the scruff of its neck. "Heal, Starface!" she commanded, voice ringing dramatically in their stark surroundings. It was swallowed mutely by the Shrine, each word fading, muffled, then snuffed out like candle flame. It was a drop in an ocean of silence.
Glaceon's Tall Grass HP bar filled all the way up and Morgana pulled it back, turning on her heel. "Time to go," she said softly. "But we'll be back."
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Sept 29, 2022 0:18:06 GMT 9
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/845287482773864460/1024682644950237246/chryssa~png Since she'd gotten this body, Chryssa Glasgow had learned Three Things. More things went unlearned. Secrets. Memories. A never-ending cycle where she always died at the end, enraged by her seeming misfortunes while simultaneously ungrateful for the things in her life worth celebrating. Died, and died young. Always. Well— all except this time. That was what God wanted her to think. God wanted her to be grateful, because this Chryssa Glasgow wasn't dying— not in any way that instruments would show, anyway. She had no disease, no fatal heart condition, no contract with dark powers-to-be. She was simply trapped in a half-life in her father's manor with no agency, no ability, and full dependence on the charity of "real adults" like her uncle to even get her hands on a VR console. Knock knock. "Chryssa? You're in there, aren't you?""You may enter," came the breezy reply, and Chryssa's father entered the room to see his daughter sitting on the side of her bed, innocently polishing one of her antique sword replicas. Her WorldScreen was stowed inside her pillow, still cooling down from its recent use. "Hello, <my father>.""You don't have to call me that, you know," he said, brows raising quizzically, and sat down on the corner of the bed next to her. Chryssa didn't look up from the blade. She held it up, watching the sliver of his face reflected in its surface. It was an earnest face, bearded and well-trimmed and looking at her with well-meaning in its eyes. "Oh, I'm just practicing in case the cameras are on. How else will people know what our relationship is?"He chuckled. "Family resemblance? Context? You crack me up, kiddo." Still in the reflection, she saw him look down at his hands. They seemed worn, wrinkled, weary. Too real. This man was supposed to be her father. Chryssa Glasgow knew better. Her father never had a name— he was a background character, a figment with no face or hands or history. She shared nothing with this person— if he had sprung into being only moments ago before he walked through her bedroom door, she would never have known the difference. So Chryssa regarded him with suspicion, for he was surely only here to deliver the next plot point. She'd been waiting for years— almost as long as she'd been wheelchair-bound. What's next? What 'interesting' new development would lead to her demise? What unexpected occurrence would plunge the family into poverty? What "fun" outing meant to expand her horizons would place her in the path of an oncoming ice cream truck, or a golf cart, or a herd of escaped bulls? "What are you thinking about?" her father asked quietly. "A herd of escaped bulls," Chryssa answered lightly. He sighed. "Sweetie, nothing like that is going to happen." "It could," Chryssa said, turning ghost-gray eyes on him directly for the first time. She didn't blink. Her tone was almost pitying. "I'm afraid anything could happen. You just lack imagination."I.Imagination— and Faith. That was one of the Three Things she'd come to understand in this place. Just because you weren't dying didn't mean you wouldn't die. It was inevitable. If not today, tomorrow, this year, next year. Normal people didn't understand that. Oh, they said they did, but they didn't really understand. Privately, secretly, they still thought if I do everything right, nothing bad will happen.If I eat healthy food and go to the dentist and look both ways before crossing the street, nothing bad will happen. If I avoid the bad parts of town and don't smoke and lock my doors every night, nothing bad will happen. If I keep my daughter inside where it's safe and forbid her from playing largely-untested games that might trigger numerous brain and health conditions, nothing bad will happen. Ordinary people had faith in statistics. Statistically, nothing would happen. Statistically, it would be just another ordinary day. Chryssa had faith in finality. Real. Tangible. Unavoidable. And all-powerful, compared to the whimsy of everyday life. Apart from that fact, the world was her to shape as she pleased. Apart from that fact, she could do anything she set her mind to. But for how long? That was the question. It didn't matter that she wasn't dying right now."Nothing bad will happen," her father said firmly, as if echoing her thoughts, and she turned away. II.The second of the Three Things was that Chryssa could never be satisfied. Unlike the first of the Things, this was not necessarily something that was true for everyone. Chryssa was sure there were boring people out there who were perfectly content with their farmhouse lives, or— conversely— perfectly miserable in their misfortune. Chryssa was not everyone. Chryssa was the Precipice Shrine of people— bottomless and vast. Any good fortune was dwarfed by the darkness of her dissatisfaction. No matter how much God gave her, how little suffering she experienced, how many chances at happiness fell into her lap, she would never be satisfied until she won it for herself. It wasn't enough to live a comfortable life. She had to tear that life back from the brink. She had to fight for it, to make sacrifices, to cut down anyone and anything in her path. A peaceful life she hadn't earned, through blood and tears and bitterness? Chryssa rejected it. She didn't want it. She didn't want to just be alive— she wanted to live. That was why Morgana played. That was why Morgana kept playing, despite the dangers, despite the warnings, despite her father's fear. He was not her father, and this was not her life. Her life was something she would build, and tear down, on her own. "I'll go ask Martha if dinner is ready," her father said, breaking her reverie. The bed creaked as he stood up and Chryssa came back as if from a trance, blinking. She could barely focus on him. Was it just her, or did he already look fuzzy around the edges? "...You look like you need to rest.""That's it?" she asked, unable to keep the disappointment out of her voice. A familial visit? It seemed she'd have to keep waiting a little longer for her fill of misfortune. That was fine— she was used to it. Biding her time, waiting for the world to turn on her. She had a whole WorldScreen waiting. "That's it." He leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead. "Love you, kiddo. Come on out when you're ready." He left, and left a strangeness behind him that spoke of unsaid things. III.The last Thing was something that Chryssa, no matter how hard she tried— in the game or out of it— could not remember. Her thoughts skated around it, avoiding a secret truth. A book. A rod. A dark, door-shaped absence in her mind. A door...Had she gone through it? And if she had, which side was she standing on?
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Sept 28, 2022 11:41:36 GMT 9
"All right. I have five minutes."Based on her calculations, Papa was still pulling into the driveway. It would take at least five minutes for him to come inside and catch her playing VR if he came straight to her room, assuming he'd knock. She had that much time to log off, disconnect, hide the WorldScreen her uncle had sent her, and pretend like she'd been sitting on her bed embroidering or polishing her collection of antique sword replicas. Morgana checked her timeclock in the corner of her HUD and spun around, tearing the flyer off the lamp post with a flourish. Her eyes narrowed. Isn't this from that 'haunted' sector of the map? She'd been dying to go there, no pun intended, but hadn't been able to fly over there on Guillotine due to the flying restrictions introduced in the last patch (boo). "QUACXEE, set an Event Notification on the Calendar," Bergamot said, eyes riveted to the ROUND 2 logo. She smiled, dazzling and dangerous. "Team Morgana is going to crash a party."mudkip gyarados klefki
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Sept 26, 2022 23:59:20 GMT 9
"Astonishing..." Bergamot said, suddenly turning her Rowlet around. Its head failed to turn, simply rotating in place so that it never changed direction. She of course meant the Mew, but Rowlet could be quite astonishing in its own right. <BUH!> it said, head suddenly spinning so its round, dark eyes stared into one of the nearby mirrors. It was refracted from a hundred different vantage points, filling the room with round, owl-shaped faces. "In any case," Bergamot said, returning her Rowlet to where she'd been carrying it under her arm like a companion pillow. "I just got back, what's going on?" Her voice was innocent, but her searching eyes lingered on the Mew currently bouncing around the tower like a cat-shaped blob of silly putty. She hadn't been back to the cat tower in awhile because she didn't want to become one of those cat ladies, and also killing rats was boring work and could scarcely hold her attention for the time it took to set the cheese. Recently she'd become invested in acquiring a Psyduck, however, so she was in need of spare cats to trade to Gothic Bethany. How convenient that when she arrive to do some grinding, a delightful secondary objective had reared its psychic head. "We can't scare it too much, or it'll just fly away again," she said after a moment watching Mew fly around. "If it's having fun, I expect it'll stay." They had to play with it. Being of similar temperament, Bergamot liked to think she had some insight. She looked down at Rowlet. "Let's have a Growl," she said to the grass-type, which churred comfortingly. The sound echoed around the bleak hall of mirrors and she saw Mew's ears perk up. It drifted a little closer, curious about the sound. Its eyes were big and bright. Despite being hit several times already, it didn't seem afraid of them at all. How strong was this Pokemon? Rowlet used Astonish! #63 - [Tower]pmnshRAU1d1001d100
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Sept 26, 2022 23:14:26 GMT 9
"I know not what you mean, jelly bean," Morgana said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. She looked slyly back at Tuesday in a thrilling impression of Girl With the Pearl Earring. "Don't worry about that Ducklett, I made a mistake earlier. This is this dead one," she said, pulling a duplicate Ducklett out from between a different pair of petticoats. "My filing cabinet gets mixed up sometimes."Silly business aside, Bergamot did remember Tuesday. She took a step closer. "It was like a dream, wasn't it?" she said softly, eyes shining. "The stones. The stars. The feast. Quite... unique."She'd gone back after that night had ended and found the stone circle, but no pointy-fanged moon spirit. Even the braille seemed to have disappeared from the signs. "If every event in this game was like that one, I'd never get bored." Without breaking eye contact, she tapped a Pokeball on one of the Duckletts to capture it. "Speaking of events, have you heard of the Mime Circus?"Morgana said it so casually she might have been talking about the weather. "I saw some people setting it up in town. You have to have a mime to enter, or maybe just like mimes a lot." Her eyes lingered on Tuesday, lips curling up in an innocent smile. "How much do you like mimes, Tuesday?"
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Bergamot Gristleborg
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Muddy Girl
Mythstar
Posts: 391
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Player Name: Chryssa Glasgow
OOC Username: M00K
Arena Points: 37
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Sept 24, 2022 20:12:00 GMT 9
Morgana's Gyarados undulated silently through the trees, discomfited by the persistent fog that clung to the Timberlands. The serpent was little more than an ominous shadow as it dipped and wove among the evergreens along the far shore. They had come across a small lake in the midst of the fog, its surface masked by waves of pearl-gray mist. It was more open here. There was still enough light for needles to grow even in the lower boughs, which were choked and dead in other parts of the forest. Route 2 lacked both Route 1's whimsical charm and Route 3's sense of openness— everything here was too-tall, too-close, too-dark, and too-cold. Having lived in Alaska through winter, Chryssa was actually quite used to the bleak atmosphere. That didn't mean she liked it. "Who are you talking to?"...the sly voice from the trees was much more like Chryssa in real life than Morgana, her imperious, video-game villainess character. She was speaking to Tuesday, who had apparently followed the same wandering route through the woods that she had. Perhaps all paths in a video game were designed to lead people to the same place eventually. "It's not this Ducklett, is it?" Bergamot asked, holding up a Ducklett she'd been cleverly concealing between her petticoats. "Because if it is, I have to tell you. It's already dead."<QUACK,> said the Ducklett indignantly, wriggling free. "Oh no, now you've done it. Quick, get it before it escapes."
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