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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Sept 22, 2022 10:57:58 GMT 9
Bergamot Gristleborg too had been absent from UNOVR as of late. Summer in Alaska was by far the most tolerable time of year. Chryssa would have liked to say she was busy having full-speed wheelchair chariot races pulled by wild caribou, but the truth was that with her father home for summer vacation, she had less opportunity to plug in to the Worldscreen. Save for the temporary Back To School app Hydance had released a few weeks ago, things had been... dull. It made her skin crawl. So Morgana was back, stomping through the crackly piles of leaves with her stiletto heels and focused on a Catchable Spawn marker that had appeared on her minimap. She was not as familiar with the Birchwild Grove as Furrlicity Purrfection, so Morgana hardly knew the difference when the marker led her to a weed in the center of the clearing. It was sprouting up from a small mound of earth. "What? That's it?" She whipped around as a muscular catboy came jogging into the clearing from the far side. "You there! I suspect the wild Pokemon may have concealed itself beneath the earth." She circled the tuft of leaves, as if it might be connected to the head of an abyssal monster. "Yes, I sense something... something..."Grasping for the right, evocative word, Bergamot finished, "...shapely."
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Sept 18, 2022 15:53:12 GMT 9
Statistically speaking, which Pokemon is the best, and why? "I'm here for my Statistics test, Professor," said a sly Bergamot Gristleborg, leaning against the doorframe of the classroom. Though her words seemed normal, the way she spoke suggested some tomfoolery was afoot. "None of your tomfoolery, Riddle," the teacher said with a frown, gesturing towards the desks. "Have a seat like everyone else, please."The room was almost absent of other students - since the test was open-book and people tended to play UNOVR on their own time, Bergamot hadn't been expecting to run into anyone else. If she had, she could have planned to cheat off their paper or bribe them for the answers or something equally devious and never-before-devised by kids in school. She took a seat, and the essay question was presented immediately. It was exactly as she'd expected: the questions had been leaked online over 24 hours ago, along with the knowledge that Professor Ash herself would be grading them. The answer she had prepared, however, she was confident to be unique. Confident this would be enough to raise her Statistics grade from a D+ to a C-, Bergamot passed her finished essay to the teacher and sauntered out of class, tossing her hair over her shoulder.
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Aug 27, 2022 21:10:23 GMT 9
"I'm all about science," said the fashionably late Bergamot Gristleborg, who had never shown any particular interest in science before. Like her misguided uncle, Buzzster Hooperham, she was a practitioner of magic. Not Zac's type of stage magic, hilarious though it might be. No, Chryssa had a magic of in-between things. Of connections. Of certainty in her purpose, and certainty in those around her. It was the magic that made you wonder if everything in the universe truly was random, or if someone above had a higher plan. That someone was probably Chryssa herself, but there was a fine line between believing she knew what she was doing and the realization that she just enjoyed seeing what kind of chain reactions she could cause if she put her mind to it. It was probably a bad sign for the project that her avatar, Bergamot Gristleborg, was among those who'd answered Ruby's call. She was as likely to sabotage the operation as she was to lend her aid, though in this case, it did seem like helping out would be the more interesting course of action. Open-world games were so tedious. The illusion of choice offered little for Morgana—she preferred plot. Even if she wasn't necessarily the mastermind behind it. "I'm going to start at Mom's House," Bergamot announced, voice as clear and crisp as a can of Coors Light. She gesticulated towards the blueprints offhandedly, as if closer scrutiny wasn't needed. "I've seen training wheels just like that in the garage. Left over from one of our childhoods, probably."
Let the scavenging begin!
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jul 5, 2022 2:43:25 GMT 9
It seemed happy.
The little spider's mouth was curled up in an unmistakable smile, and its expression was so joyous and peaceful that Morgana found herself questioning her own villainous motives for a moment. How could she wake up such a happily sleeping Pokemon?
"It must be having a beautiful dream..." Bergamot murmured.
There was something nagging at her memory. Something she couldn't quite remember. Just at the edge of her thoughts.
"It must be having a beautiful dream..."
Mist swirled around them like a layer of clouds, muddying her thoughts.
"Pokeball, go," she said, her voice seeming a long way away. The Dewpider was sucked inside, sleep unbroken. Bergamot collected Celine beneath one arm, stumbling like a drunk person. The lion cub's growls and meows felt distant, like they were coming from someone else's body. Someone calling out from the other side of... somewhere.
Something's happening. To her. This place, it's trying to...
To stop her from remembering something important.
She had to get out of here.
The icy stream was a shock that brought her back from the brink of dreams, and as Morgana fjorded the water for the second time that day, she found herself troubled and unsatisfied.
...What had she forgotten?
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jul 5, 2022 2:36:59 GMT 9
All right.
"Celine, come on out!"
A flash of light, and Morgana's Shinx appeared. It had been modded to be water-type, which ordinarily wouldn't matter except for the fact Morgana's Swimmer ability allowed her water-type Pokemon to swim through the air.
She pointed up at the tree. "Doggie paddle up there and tell me what you find," she said, pushing back a little spark of frustration that she couldn't investigate herself. "Wait, never mind. Just bring it back down with you instead."
She'd never turned on Pokemon Speech. Asking for information was pointless.
Shinx's paws churned invisible water as the lion cub tread up, up, spiraling up the bark of the timber giant towards the buzzing, snoring sound above. After a few moments the cat came diving down again, a 'water' animation cascading across its fur before it touched down neatly and ordinary animation resumed.
She was holding a Dewpider in her jaws. Strangely, it was still asleep.
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jul 5, 2022 2:33:11 GMT 9
Climb the tree.
Climb the tree to solve the mystery.
Perhaps snoring was not such a mystery to some, but Morgana played this game for stimulation. If there was nothing around to play with, she was bored. If someone was snoring, she had all sorts of options - bothering them, waking them up, taking screenshots of them to publish on the internet later.
Of course, most likely it was just a Pokemon. But Morgana's curiosity was piqued, and so she began the task of climbing the tree.
This was no deciduous tree. Its lowest boughs began tens of feet off the ground, forming a dark, conical shape like the bottom of an umbrella. No help there.
She took off her stilettos and held them in each hand, wondering if she could dig them into the bark and climb up like Wolverine.
Several minutes of scrabbling (and continued snoring from above) later, she gave up. Her bare feet pressed into wet leaves and she curled her toes reflexively, reflecting on the way they felt.
"It seems a Pokemon solution is in order," she said after a moment, eyes narrowed, still staring up at the tree like a witch at a small child in a treehouse in The Witches, or like a bear watching a beehive.
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jul 5, 2022 2:20:06 GMT 9
Morgana stepped into cold water, feeling the chill settle past her shoes, her ankles, up to her knees. The icy feeling slapped her skin like wet leggings in winter and she sucked in her breath involuntarily.
She splashed onto the far bank, finding no reprieve there from the marshy ground underfoot. Her toes felt numb. For the first time, including all her running around in the jungle and across the sands of the Beta Island Coastline, she wondered whether she should have equipped the Running Shoes instead of her trademark stilettos.
"Who's out there?" she spoke up in the silence, hearing a strange, buzzing sound. Something was nearby, in the hollow of a tall old tree. It was high above her head, and Morgana frowned up at the tree. Only its lower boughs were visible - the rest disappeared into mist.
It sounded like snoring.
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jul 4, 2022 2:50:47 GMT 9
The circle spun. Round and around, like a ride at the fairgrounds, like they were caught in the barrel of a churning washing machine. Feeling her stomach churn, her vision darken, Bergamot set her star between her teeth, clenching down lightly. The taste remained just out of reach, just at the edge of her senses, keeping them sharp. Her mouth watered. But she didn't close her jaws. Her eyes glinted, reflecting moonlight. <Mud-mudkip?>"Oh, you talk now?" Bergamot asked conversationally, taking her star back out of her mouth. She inspected it in the light, noting the teethmarks. "That's quite a shock now - but don't fret, Jack, because these boons can still stack."She gestured towards the stone altar. "Bring me a flask of something sweet - a cocktail fit to make ends meet!"Jack waited, then seemed startled to be getting an actual order. The stumpy-legged Pokemon jerked into motion, bounding up to the table and standing on its pathetic hind legs as it sniffed around for what Morgana had requested. "No, over there, you frog-mouthed... pear," the girl scolded, pointing towards the glass with the sludgy purple liquid. Knowing her age in real life, some might have raised their eyebrows at Morgana's decision to go for the alcohol, but she had a cunning plan. Mudkip returned, awkwardly carrying the glass, and Morgana whisked it away from him imperiously. "A toast," she said, and raised the glass of number 12, "To victory! If I'm to boast."She plopped her star into the glass like an olive into a martini, seeing the purple thing stir sluggishly as the liquid was disrupted. "and for my partner, lovely Diva," she added as an afterthought just before the spirits touched her lips. She lowered the glass, glancing towards the woman she was still connected to. "A crescent moon will never leave her. Though stars may shine and drakes may fall, the moon's wan light shines over all."Mudkip toddled over with the white chocolate croissants, passing them clumsily to her partner. Perhaps it was meant as an apology. Perhaps it was a trap. Perhaps a peace offering, perhaps a consolation prize. Bergamot didn't know whether she bequeathed a gift or a curse, but whoever she gave it to, she wanted it to matter.One of them was going to win. "May the brightest star win."She drank the drink, star and all. "...By goo and gin."Morgana drinks #12 & her star Morgana gifts #11 to diva
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jul 1, 2022 0:13:51 GMT 9
Morgana gasped involuntarily as pink ribbons unfurled from the center of her chest, lashing and tangling with those of the woman on the far side of the stone circle. While the effect was mostly visual, she couldn't help but imagine some kind of pain, some pressure, some tug at the heartstrings connecting her with diva. But she was not the type to show weakness. When all the others had finished, she made the first move. A question. A challenge.They were the star-crossed, the bearers of the fallen constellations. She was sure they hadn't just been connected by accident. This was fate. This was destiny. Not to be together— to see which one of them deserved to stand at the top. "Turn your gazes to the heavens, Crawling, clustered, star and shine Who loves who? And what divides them? I've told your part: now tell me mine."The order rang out, and after her partner answered, Bergamot spoke back up almost immediately, her voice high, clear, ringing with challenge. A strange triumph shone in her eyes, as if she was actually trying to goad diva into playing her part of the story. "I have stepped through starry skyfields, I've never seen a drake so shy The birds and bees themselves will steal Your chance, you need not even try."Before Diva could reply, Bergamot stole a second stanza, gesturing animatedly. "Sing for me, o wingless Draco Answer me: but at what cost? Scorpio's tail could be your ladder, Pray, bear the sting before he's lost."After Diva responded in kind, Bergamot's eyes strayed from her partner as she turned towards the 'audience' - the moon-spirit and the other competitors. She held her star in one hand like a beacon. "And so was said, through doom and dread Though Scorpio twinkled overhead, Ne'er the bold, he bowed his head. The wingless Draco fell instead."
"So let my words sting, one last time: Answer thus, by pain of rhyme One last conclusion, I beseech: What ending will our hero reach?"One final question rang out into the night, going unanswered. Morgana's smile curved like a crescent moon. She had a feeling the answer, whatever it was, had yet to be decided.
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jun 22, 2022 11:17:47 GMT 9
Morgana didn't need a special boon for having her Pokemon be the most bloodied in the sudden flurry of round-robin violence. She already had a star for being #1, and she certainly wasn't giving it to a fainted Pokemon (Piplup) who couldn't even appreciate it. She wasn't sure whether that fell under the rules of selfishness or not, but she wouldn't risk it just yet.
So as Guillotine lay fainted in the dust with an arrow through her heart, Bergamot's Gyarados orbited above her head, trailing from the top of her standing stone like a giant ponytail. The size display glitch it had used to have had been reported during the High Tide Raid, so it was back to its normal, easily targetable size.
It was no surprise Finn's Shinx sent a Thundershock arching their way.
It was no surprise Tuesday's Cryogonal lashed out as well, after being marked for death.
Morgana the 100% support player gave a low, menacing laugh as she pulled the world's least surprising ace from her healer-build sleeve.
"Rainbow, Jack, buff yourselves! Before Guillotine's remains begin to smell!"
Guillotine almost came back from the dead to give Morgana a Look, like maybe she should be a little more grateful for the penguin's efforts at towing her all around the coastline during Beta before flying was banned. But Guillotine had been gunned down early by a Decidueye arrow, so there was no chance at Morgana facing social consequences.
In response to Morgana's order, both Gyarados and Mudkip shimmered with reflective light for a moment, appearing more formidable despite the damage they'd already taken.
"I summon thee with healing light! Heal these wounds of sparks and night! Singe the lightning-scars away Soothe the darkness, plus, be gay!"
<Peep?!>
"Don't be homophobic, Jack. ...I asked you to heal, not to talk back."
Rather than turning towards their opponents, Jack and Rainbow turned towards each other.
{MORGANA'S ULTIMATE HEALING MOVE} Heal on Gyarados (Water Gun) ogErScV34d12 + 40 (Buff) + 40 (Mudkip Rare) + 20 (Swimmer T2) = 129 TOTAL
Heal on Mudkip (Brine) 4d12 + 40 (Buff) + 40 (Blue Magikarp Rare) +20 (Swimmer T2) = 125 TOTAL As the duo shot healing jets of water over her head like firemen trying to put out a blaze, Bergamot called over the sputtering and dribbling sounds.
"Then, not to seem uninspired To show I'm listening (just tired) The tithe is paid, the blood is spent, The wounds of all are all well-meant Their stones are cold, their bonds are weak, What next does Chanda Mama seek?"
4d12·4d12
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jun 20, 2022 11:00:05 GMT 9
Morgana was fixated on the delicious-looking star that had fallen like her own private Lucky Charms marshmallow right next to her foot. "I want to eat it!" she cried, then remembered the rule no selfish eating."—But I'll have to cheat it! Mudkip, open up, my little pup~"Mudkip backed away like a dog faced with medicine as Morgana came towards him with the star at arm's length. "Use that trap for something good! Eat the star, you lump of wood!"<Peep peep PEEP PEEP...>It wasn't selfish if Morgana gave it to someone else, right? It was a brilliant plan, but Mudkip was too blind or stubborn or something to appreciate its good fortune. It kept backing up until Morgana was forced to retreat for fear it would leave the acceptable vicinity of her standing stone. Still holding onto her marshmallow star, Bergamot gave up and returned to the prospect of choosing the moon-spirit's next victim. "Eyes, crossed!" she crossed her eyes, "All's not lost!" she used her fingers to wiggle her nose, since she lacked that particular skill, "Tuesday's got a date with Faust!"The catgirl's aggro rap sonnet and limerick were in vivid contrast to Morgana's childish chanting, which was more like a jumprope rhyme than anything really structured. "I have a star, to none on par! Single me out, single me far! Chanda Mama said to pick - the - very - best - one - and - you - are - not - it!"She pointed at manish, who was already set up to be the martyr, and her finger continued on to land on Tuesday. "Sit, sit! It fits the bit! Tuesday's filled with wicked wit! Why choose based on an HP Bar? When these bars sing of will and war!"
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jun 18, 2022 15:05:28 GMT 9
"Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha!"
Morgana cackled, then cackled again (rhyming with her first cackle.) Being told the rules mostly made her want to eat something selfishly, but she restrained the impulse. No sense needlessly defying authority. Yet.
She did not desire to leave her standing stone. No, she felt a connection to it. The stone sang in her blood. The feeling of it against her bare arms swept goosebumps across her skin like Braille. She'd protect it with Mudkip's life.
<Peep peep?!>
"No going back, foolish Jack," Bergamot said, eyes fixed on the lifelike moon spirit who'd taken its place at the heart of the stone circle. The fires had moved outside the ring, trapping them within its burning iris. "Moon-spirit, call on me! I shall give your nombres three!" Did that mean names or numbers? Whatever, it wasn't like the creature spoke Spanish.
"One, my name is Chryssa G! Two, my love is all for me! Three— and listen close, as one— I name the moon-child Imbrium!"
Her voice rippled out like a Shakespearean actor and she made a mic drop motion like this was actually a rap battle, flashing a smug look towards the others at their standing stones. Bergamot cared not for revealing her first name in the game— anyone bold enough to track her down in real life would surely be more interesting than her usual droll days rolling around in her dressing room.
She'd heard the name Imbrium in a book, and knew it was one of the named seas on the moon. Did she google that? No. Bergamot never googled anything. She was a genius, a font of information, and definitely hadn't gotten the Braille wrong on the way to this moonlit seance in the first place.
She was going to win.
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jun 16, 2022 18:18:52 GMT 9
"Of course I can read it—" Bergamot paused, forgetting which Titanic-themed reference she'd named her Mudkip during the High Tide Raid, "—Jack." She was sure that wasn't it. She peeled back her long white gloves, revealing normal human fingers that she trailed up and down the bumps on the stones. She caressed them like bumpy women, feeling their curves, their smooth faces. <Peep peep boop boop.>"Silence, Jack."The Mudkip fell mournfully into line, tagging along at her heel like a dog at his master's side. And if once or twice his paws left the ground and swam freely over a dip in the path, or a stray boulder, well, that was just something dogs did. Morgana, for her part, waltzed through the Grove without a care in the world. She twirled past pale-barked trees. She stooped to collect falling water from a miniature waterfall, then flicked it at Mudkip. <Peep peep...?> Mudkip shook himself, saliva flying from his jowls, and blinked up at his mistress. "It said, 'Don't follow the signs,'" Bergamot said, then pointed up between the trees. "Follow the moon."Morgana was a bullshitter, but in only the realest way. Why bother signing out of the game and going to google Braille when she could just make up whatever she wanted? The Grove knew what it wanted, anyway. And who wouldn't want Morgana? She was a delight. She found herself climbing the hill, dew collecting on her stilettos, Mudkip slithering along beside her. Her breath hitched in her throat, rough and raw, drawn relentlessly towards the standing stones and bonfire they circled. "Just a little further, Jack," she panted, eyes fixed on her prize. "A little further, and you'll see... they'll all see..."<Boop boop,> Mudkip said unhappily, stopping as they reached the crown of the hill. Morgana had stopped, pressing her back against the closest standing stones as if being strapped into a carnival ride. From all around in the darkness, Mudkip could see the bodies of other humans appearing, arranging themselves in the same manner. Were they hypnotized? Mudkip reared up on his back legs and pushed on the closest standing stone with all his might, trying to break the spell on the strange, forest clearing. The rock didn't budge. Beneath his paws, he could feel the strange bumps again. Human messages. What did they say? <Peep peep boop boop!>This time, Bergamot didn't shush him. She just smiled, wide as the moon. 1 piplup, gyarados, mudkip
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jun 16, 2022 13:40:01 GMT 9
"How fortunate that I too am a tiny, willowy imp," Bergamot said, getting down on her hands and knees to investigate the chalk outline. The door was not so small she had to play Alice in Wonderland to fit through, but it was still fun to pretend she was smaller than she was. She craned her head, brown tresses brushing the forest floor.
With the tip of one finger, she knocked pretentiously on the bark of the chalk outline door.
"You who wither in, within! Let Bergamot Gristleborg in!"
She lay on her stomach like a teenage girl talking to her friends on the phone, legs waving behind her, thinking about how she should try again.
"Perhaps I need a Pokemon."
That was the logical thought.
"Or perhaps I need a potion."
That was the less logical thought.
She looked around herself, not bothering to actually stand up to search. Finding nothing potion-worthy within arm's reach, she scraped away a layer of dead leaves until she found the dark topsoil, digging two fingers into it and hooking out a clump of soft, moist black earth. She mixed it on the back of her hand, then plucked a feather from her Rowlet to make a quill.
"This ought to do it."
With the feather as a paintbrush, thinking of the scene as a set from a play, Bergamot drew action lines around the door and an "opening" arrow.
"Let's try that again," she said, tossing the feather aside and resting her chin on top of her Rowlet like a small cushion as she gazed at the little fairy door. Her eyes gleamed. "You who wither in, within! Let Bergamot Gristleborg in!"
To make her wish come true, she closed her eyes.
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jun 2, 2022 11:14:54 GMT 9
The battle was anticlimactic. Perhaps she should have realized that: the Rowlet stood little chance with two Pokemon facing off against it. Still, Bergamot refused to accept the simple answer. "Easy... too easy," Bergamot said ominously, eyes narrowing. "What does this mean? Is Hydance trying to bait us to catch these low-level wild Pokemon to fill up our storage boxes so we have to buy premium currency to expand?!"Morgana had gotten into conspiracy theories lately and was determined to find evidence of Hydance manipulation in just about everything. "Rowlet. Canopy. Honey. Stranger," she said aloud, separating each word with a mental line of red string. "You there! Were you in the Beta Raid?" That Yamask was no starter Pokemon, so either he'd hatched it from the Rookery or he'd been pre-programmed with it like an NPC. Her Pokeball dinged in her UI, reminding her she could make a capture. There was only one Rowlet, but she'd learned recently the system allowed players to catch a duplicate of a fainted wild Pokemon. She wondered if she and this man's Rowlets would be identical in personality, too. "Pokeball, go!"
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