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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jan 4, 2024 20:33:51 GMT 9
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jan 4, 2024 20:06:14 GMT 9
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jan 4, 2024 19:33:12 GMT 9
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jan 4, 2024 18:57:38 GMT 9
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jan 3, 2024 18:27:23 GMT 9
Server time: 17:30. The sky was just getting dark, but the Giant Shrine— now the Thunderfall Shrine— shone bright as a beacon. Mirrored sides that had once reflected slices of yellow moor and stormy skies flickered with blue-white electricity, far more here than it ever had at the Steppes. Perhaps it was from its stint flying around in the sky recharging with Zapdos. Perhaps there was something else about this place that was affecting it.
Morgana found it hard to look at directly. The sparks were bright as a welding iron, and the closer she came, the more the shrine seemed to react. She tried on a pair of broken sunglasses she'd found in an abandoned storefront, letting the tinted glass dull the harsh light. One of the lenses fell out immediately, plonking hollowly on the cracked asphalt underfoot. She sighed and put the frames back in her pocket. Weren't there any modern conveniences salvageable in this place, or did she have to craft everything herself?
"Blind trust then, I suppose?" she said, then closed her eyes. She reached out and touched the shrine. "Let's see if this goes how it used to."
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jan 3, 2024 18:10:24 GMT 9
"So dramatic!" Bergamot exclaimed. She attempted to finish scooping up the small child so she could heft him victoriously above her head, but alas, he was heavier than he looked. The net pole looked ready to bend and snap at any moment as she tugged and hauled at it, planting both feet on the concrete for extra leverage. "I only came here for— did you say horse?" Why did she feel so indignant... The villainess gave up trying to elevate Saint and flicked the net back off of him, sighing crossly. "In any case, hand over your fuintim o youtg warer, I've come to collect." She did a double-take as she pulled up a trade window (richocheting bullet sounds) and realized Saint didn't even have two trainer stars. "Ugh! Fine, and take this..." Morgana scrolled through her inventory quickly, settling on a cosmetic item she'd pilfered from some other helpless n00b, "...feline seal for it. Done! I mean, you know what will happen if you refuse, don't you?"She made a neck-snapping motion, as if she might simply reach forward with her white gloves and suddenly twist the child's head backwards like the cap of a coke bottle. It was a little too brutal even for Morgana, who immediately looked troubled. "Yuck, apologies, I don't know why I did that. I meant-" She pantomimed a series of strange gestures instead, which seemed to include breaking Saint in half over her knee several times and then kicking the pieces over the side of the abyss. "Where are we, anyway? Is this a laboratory?"
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Nov 14, 2023 10:38:08 GMT 9
“Well, I don’t know what fuintim o youtg warer is, but I simply have to have it,” said Morgana. She had been gathering root beer barrels in the Western District as part of a belated Halloween minigame when the mysterious trade request went out. In excitement, Bergamot dropped her barrel, which splashed and fizzed on the dusty road. “I’m fascinated. Look, Guillotine! It must be a grand riddle. A cipher, even!”<I think it’s just a typo,> said Guillotine Flatflipper. The Piplup– and all her Pokemon, in fact– seemed able to see the HUD in some form, which was no surprise given the apparent level of technology in this setting. Still, there were limits. They could certainly see Global Chat screens, and even the map. Bring up ‘user settings,’ however, and their attention seemed to suddenly wander. Morgana wondered if the real world played similar tricks with misdirection. She closed out of her UI with the custom ‘ricocheting bullet’ sound effect she’d set and typed in the coordinates for the newly-opened Route 8. She’d missed the Zapdos Opening event, so she hadn’t actually been there yet, but she’d played the demo at UNOVRCon and felt she had a strong idea of what to expect. She was wrong. The demo she’d played had been lively and vibrant. The air had buzzed with insect life; the moss on the city streets had crawled with ambient grass-types. The city had felt reclaimed, not abandoned.A profound sense of yawning emptiness filled her senses. Wind, rushing through grates. Light, scattered and subdued. The sweet smell of root beer was gone, replaced with rust. It smelled like a place you were not supposed to be.“You’re that Onix player!” Bergamot pointed accusingly at a small boy she could see on the other side of the lab. Or perhaps ‘gleefully’ was more accurate. She advanced on Saint like a bride on a deadline, blue skirts sweeping the steel. “How did you get so miniscule? Why, I could even catch you in my net.”To demonstrate, she popped it out of her inventory and swung it energetically at the child (?) the same way you kill flies with a flyswatter. With extreme elasticity. Whoo-PAH!
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Nov 9, 2023 19:42:14 GMT 9
The mysterious Tall Grass of UNOVR. It could appear anywhere. Sometimes it was Mom's backyard, on days when someone deadbeat father forgot to mow the lawn. Sometimes it was cracks in the sidewalk where the weeds poked through. Sometimes it was a row of flowerpots along Cerulean Avenue. Today, it was a vacant lot sandwiched between newly-built Settlement houses. A faded "for sale" sign was tacked into the soil, looking more like a Wanted poster than marketable real estate. Suddenly, a high-pitched scream echoed from it. It was a woman's voice, the telltale signal of damsel in distress. The princess in the castle. The dame in the film noir. The Johnny in the Shining. Classic. Gorgeous. Memorable. "How was that?" Bergamot asked Guillotine Flatflipper. The Piplup looked pained. <Not bad.>"Hmm. I'll try again! EEEEYAYAYAYAYAYAYAAAAAA!"<Very Xena. Why are we doing this?>"To attract n00bs to our location, of course! How else will I find people to villainize?"<You're villainizing me. Right now. Actually, no, you aren't. That word doesn't mean what you think it means.> "It's brilliant, Guillotine," Bergamot went on, ignoring the mini penguin. "I simply stand here screaming until someone comes to help me. Then, when they step into the Tall Grass, a Pokémon appears."<...Yes...>"And then I steal the Pokémon. Ohohohoho!" She laughed smugly behind her hand. Honestly, ever since she'd figured out her Pokémon were just as fun to bother as real people, she'd been in constant performance mode. Never was a moment wasted on UNOVR! <Someone's coming.>"Quick, action! Oh heavens to betsy, lord almighty, someone help me! My kitty-corners are all catawampus!" The Tall Grass was not actually that tall, so Morgana was actually kneeling in the middle of the lot like a child portraying a bush in a school play as she gave her performance. The grass gave just enough coverage to hide Guillotine (who looked very tired) and Morgana herself up to the waist, making her look (she was sure) like a wonderful grass-mermaid-creature. "HEEEEEELP!"<Did someone ask for 'help?'> C0D13 popped into existence near Morgana's elbow. <I am here to assist. Did you wish to "catch a Pokémon?">This was not what she planned. The digital assistant was going to spoil everything. Bergamot did her best to ignore it and continue on with the plan. "PLEASE HEEEEELP! My girl scout cookies are all do-si-doed to bits!"<This is strangely Southern.> "Quiet, Guillotine. I'm acting."
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Nov 9, 2023 18:01:37 GMT 9
It was a typical day in Briarbane Settlement. A tumbleweed rolled past her feet, tangling itself in a barbed-wire fence. Patrats watched her with their red eyes from the alleys like luminous onions. Purrloin poked its head out of a refuse pile, licking its lips as she passed. Morgana ignored all of them- she was focused on the pair of strangers who stood beneath a flickering gas lamp, making an exchange. Their cabbie hats were pulled over their eyes, their hands hidden deep in the pockets of their overcoats. "Do my eyes deceive me, or are we trading something we shouldn't be?" Morgana asked airily as she approached. The two men looked up. One of them spat. "Yeah, that scientist lady's paying top kibble for goop from Mistra. Why, you been there?""Wouldn't dream of it," Bergamot said, though she'd often wondered what would happen if she defied the good Professor Ash and strayed into the Corruption Zone past the northern border. "I do have something you might be interested in, however."Her eyes gleamed. She held out a... well, it was a small glass jar with holes poked in the lid. Like something a child would keep their caterpillars in. But this was no caterpillar. This was a Keggling. "Sss," the small, half-feline, half-arachnid creature hissed from inside, paws against the glass. Its star-tipped tail arched over its back like a scorpion, mandibles clicking. The corruption dealers withdrew to mutter uncertainly to one another. "Looks fucked up," one of them said, "Sure. I'll take it off your hands. One pound of kibble, take it or leave it.""Wait, you were serious about the kibble thing?" Bergamot scowled as both shady characters removed their hats, revealing cat ears. "Oh. Catboys. Never mind, deal's off." She put the Keggling back in her inventory, spun on her heel, and left. Twenty minutes later, the shady catboys were still following her. "Stop following me, shady catboys," Bergamot told them, though she secretly liked having her own entourage. "I'm not going to feed you.""You're messing with the wrong crowd, little girl," one of them growled. "Hand over the goods.""Never!" Bergamot declared. "It's already spoken for!""Then why did you try to sell it to us," the NPC snapped, still at a distance. "It's shitty to walk out on a deal halfway through. You're a shitty person.""I'm not shitty, I am merely EVIL," Morgana said airily, pivoting on one foot. "Ohohohohoh! Anyway, bye."
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Nov 7, 2023 13:17:59 GMT 9
Morgana hated anyone who spouted more nonsense than her, and cut this train of thought off. “Ohohoho! So you’ve finally come around,” she said smugly. “In exchange, I will bequeath one strand of Zapdos DNA.”
“Aw man, you don’t even have a whole egg this time?” Yggy asked her, but took the DNA anyway. “That’s cool, I already have one, so now I’m halfway there! Well, almost halfway. Two thirds?”
“No more math,” Bergamot declared, spinning around. A sudden gust of wind from the open door caught her open parasol and actually toppled her off the barstool, sending her skidding on the floorboards. “Ugh!!”
“Are you okay?” asked Yggy. The tomboy sounded like she was trying not to laugh.
“They really need to patch the holes in the walls,” Bergamot said, trying to fix her now inside-out umbrella and giving up. She leaned it clumsily against the bar instead, then snatched a glass of water off the counter and drank it.
“Uh, are you thirsty?”
“...Yes. Anyway, I have to get on the airplane now, so can we just do this?”
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Nov 7, 2023 13:13:59 GMT 9
“Like what?” Bergamot countered, sensing a weak coverup. “Your Kyogre? Don’t tell me… you’re still afraid.”
The other girl looked uncomfortable, drawing the baby whale closer to her body. “I mean, that might be kinda cute… but no! I’m not scared anymore. Baseball is cool!”
Morgana wasn’t sure what baseball had to do with this, but she was getting impatient.
“One second,” said Morgana. She lifted her skirts slightly in order to step up onto a nearby barstool, where she wobbled for a moment before dramatically snapping open her umbrella. Yggy shielded her eyes with a yelp, squinting against the blinking sunlight as Morgana rapidly opened and closed her parasol like a camera shutter.
“Oww! My eyes!”
“If you won’t give it to me,” Morgana finally said, looming villainously over Yggy with her weird display of umbrella dominance. “Let’s fight for it.”
Her eyes gleamed.
“Battle me in the Arena. If you lose, your Feline Seal is forfeit. Ohohohoho!”
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Nov 7, 2023 11:39:19 GMT 9
Today was nice because Morgana had acquired a lot of Emerald Shield Fragments from a mud monster in Birchwild Grove. It was nice in theory, because emeralds were nice, but less nice in practice, as emerald was both useless and worthless on UNOVR and even if this had been real life, Bergamot would have just thrown them into a glass jar and put them on her bookshelf or something. "Functionally useless!" she declared, sitting cross-legged on a standing stone. Her fingers dripped with mud, which was also smeared all over the stone. And her dress. And hair. Actually, she was coated head to toe in mud, which was ironic considering she'd already earned the Muddy Boy/Girl title before the accursed Mud Monster. "Monetarily worthless!"Guilottine Flatflipper the Piplup poured her a cold drink, which Morgana snatched and drank down, wiping her mouth. She drank another glass, then used the third to wash the mud off her hands. "Guillotine, we have to do something," she announced as she scrubbed, "You know. Find a buyer for these worthless, worthless gems." <The Guild Leader CLAW might be interested, I suppose?> Guillotine offered tonelessly. She was already resigned to Morgana's brand of nonsense, and did not expect this suggestion to go very far. "No, no. She seems more like a ruby kind of person. A-ha! Perhaps Ruby would be interested," Bergamot said, making a very, very logical connection. She stood up, dusting off her incredibly mud-drenched skirt as if that was going to somehow clean it. "That's it! I'll send them to Ruby!"She snapped her fingers and a small, coaster-sized pink Dreamer portal appeared, floating around the other side of Piplup. It was actually Guillotine's Poke Pet, but it mostly served as a handy disposal for recyclable aluminum cans and spare emeralds. <I would think Ruby is also a ruby kind of person,> said Guillotine, skeptically watching as Morgana poked a muddy emerald through the portal. It disappeared with a cool OMMMM sound effect, like the music they played at those meditation retreats. The girl stopped to consider Guillotine's point, eyes narrowed. "Hmm," she conceded. "...Who else then? Cygnus seems like a topaz kind of person, so that's a dead end."<Does he...>"And Chadwick, why! Clearly a sapphire kind of person. Much like myself, actually."<This seems like color-coding based on their outfits. That's what you're doing, isn't it.>"Ohohoho! You've seen through my plan. Clever Guillotine." Bergamot slid smugly down from the rock, leaving a long brown dirt smear behind her. "Fine then, gather up those emeralds and let's go pass them out to orphans in the forest. Perhaps one of them will be a fairy godmother in disguise and will grant me three wishes!"<That's Jirachi, and... okay.> Shaking her round head, the Piplup carefully gathered up the remaining emerald shards and floated after Morgana, mini-portal in tow. She wasn't sure how many orphans they'd find just wandering around in Birchwild Grove, but hopefully they were wearing green. PIPLUP IS NOW VERY RARE (+15)
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Nov 2, 2023 11:06:26 GMT 9
Chryssa had reaped far more rewards from the AR Boss Battle than she'd sown, especially since she wasn't even wearing her glasses for the first half of the battle. The worst part was waiting in line at the Prize Exchange, which was boring (the worst possible fate). In the virtual world, she never had to wait for anything- loot drops and shop purchases showed up directly in her inventory. Real life was inconvenient. Surely they could just text her the code for the Loot Boxes, though having a real person verify everything did seem a bit more secure.
Then again, who knew what Hydance was planning. Chryssa was disappointed John B. Hydance hadn't woken up. She would have liked to see what happened.
"Precipice and Giant for me, Loot Boxes three!" she said to Booth Bethany when she got there, showing her QR code across the counter. "And by three I mean two."
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Oct 25, 2023 14:53:37 GMT 9
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/1026108981845954581/1146823400875102338/IMG_0706~png "Three wishes it is, then!" said Chryssa, turning a 360 with her chair. If she won, she was going to ask to go bungee jumping off the Golden Gate Bridge. Or to do a real-life Trolley Problem on the streets of San Francisco. She'd always wanted to try one of those.
While Zac bamboozled her with the details of his secret sorcerer society, Chryssa collected a physical Aviator stamp to go with her own and handed it to him in exchange for the package. "Currying favor does not behoove you, Uncle," she said in the unnatural way people said Big Bro or Little Sis in real life. Still, she seemed pleased, and ripped all the ribbons off the package like the limbs off a gummy bear before tearing it open.
"What is this? No, don't tell me. It has a secret compartment," the girl said, already engrossed. She turned the pass holder over again and again, searching for places where the seams didn't match up. It was steely chrome, like an aluminum hat, and she could see her own reflection in it. Despite being metallic, it was light and comfortable to hold. "Or perhaps it's an amulet! I could use an HP increase." She slung it around her head, pulling hair back from the nape of her neck. "Is this what you had in mind?"
Knowing Buzzster Hooperham, it was probably actually some close-up magic prop. She had been practicing with the palming ball, as a matter of fact, though she mostly used her new talents to vanish hospital jello in front of her nurse.
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Oct 25, 2023 12:26:05 GMT 9
#s://a~l3n~co/i/qhnEfD~png "Just in time," said Chryssa smugly, taking the glasses from her uncle with a one-handed flourish and sliding them onto her head. "Ooooooooh!"
It was fun. One second, she'd been sitting in a perfectly normal merchandise store, albeit one filled with badly-behaved customers (Buzzster Hooperham included). The next, she was sitting in a destroyed merch store— no, one still in the process of being destroyed! Chryssa had never consciously wished she was inside a building when it was getting demolished, but now she wished she had. Imagine seeing a wrecking ball cave in a scene of normalcy like a brown paper bag— or explosions sending dolls flying and raining in all directions. It was amazing. It was inspiring.
She watched in morbid fascination as C0D13_2 dipped forward, sucking up a shelf of Guild Leader keychains and half the cash register. The woman behind it continued using it as if it hadn't been half-vaporized with money spilling out. Classic NPC, Chryssa thought, never mind the fact that this person was definitely realer than C0D13_2.
Uncle Zac's complaining shook her out of her daze. She showed no impatience with the giant redhead. Instead, she seized an opportunity. "What? Codie's infecting our digital devices now?" Her voice rose, adding to the performance. "What if he gets your credit card number? Or our account information? Did Hydance know this would happen?"
Her eyes gleamed, lost behind the curtain of her hair as she turned her face back down to her phone. She fired off another Player stamp, this time enjoying the attack animation in full as it chipped down the boss's health. Broken fluorescent lights rained sparks down from the ceiling as C0D13_2 wreaked his destruction, delighting Chryssa to the core.
{Damage Roll}hYnUHcTF2d100 +10 (Interact with Previous Post) +10 (Merch) +20 (Supereffective) Damage Dealt: 197 Attack type used: vs C0D13_2 HP: 1,252/5,000 2d100
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