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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Oct 25, 2023 11:51:07 GMT 9
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/1026108981845954581/1146823400875102338/IMG_0706~png They hugged.
"I've planted an incendiary device somewhere on your person," said Chryssa as she withdrew. "If you can find it in the next eighteen minutes—" She checked her wrist, where she wore no watch, "—I'll concede defeat."
She wasn't deliberately ignoring Uncle Zac's other antics, which she actually deeply appreciated. Unlike most of the boring, dreary 'mundanes' inhabiting this empty universe, Buzzster actually had some life to him. Some rare substance in a window-colored world. Chryssa deeply valued her uncle's existence—on this side of the WorldScreen. In UNOVR, of course, she simply didn't need him.
In any case, it wasn't that she didn't appreciate weird old stories about her mother's childbirth and her great aunt's enormous head, because everyone knew Chryssa had the biggest head of anyone (her hairline was naturally quite high. It allowed her to blind her enemies by using her forehead as a mirror, which might someday prove a useful skill). She also appreciated the delightful party trick.
"I suppose you wrote this left-handed behind your back," Chryssa mused, looking carefully over the card. "Or was it when we were hugging?" She tucked it in her lap so she had both hands free to move as they set off towards the baggage claim. "As for what's on the line, I suppose, oh... anything. A request!" Her eyes shone brightly.
The prospect of a loss did not concern Chryssa—in fact, it intrigued her. She had nothing on the line. No ties, nothing worth fighting for or against. She was barely tethered to this world to begin with. What challenge could Uncle Zac provide her that might threaten that boring stability?
Her gaze was drawn towards a kiosk near the Foreign Currency Exchange. The words 'UNOVRCON STAMP' caught her eye. "Can we stop here for a moment? Oh, and don't forget about that incendiary device. Airport security will be all over us if it activates," she added casually, rolling over to the booth. It only took a few seconds to register the digital stamp.
"What's your SSN? I'll get you one too."
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Oct 22, 2023 22:57:10 GMT 9
#s://a~l3n~co/i/qhnEfD~png "What? There's no stamp here?"
Chryssa wasn't sure what she'd been expecting from the merch store. Perhaps people who put more stock in material possessions would have enjoyed it— Pokemon plushies spilling off of shelves, dishware and Nintendo Labo kits stacked neatly on raised daises like champagne glasses. There were some large painted replicas of major UNOVR bosses— namely, the three legendary birds (not that she'd ever seen Articuno, but apparently in some servers they had). It gave sort of a 'McDonalds Playplace' vibe to the store, not that she was complaining.
"I suppose the Freezer stamp is fine," she said to herself, glancing down at her phone. She'd picked the ice-type stamp up at the food court earlier that day when she and her uncle had gone to get falafel. He was in here too, somewhere. Probably showing some innocent bystander a magic trick with one of the Professor Ash Pikachu plushies.
I wonder if I could actually be a magician's assistant.
As absurd was it would be— her medical concerns considered— the idea held some appeal for Chryssa. It was so profoundly out of character— or rather, it subverted the type of character people assumed she was. Young. Doe-eyed. The tragedy. The victim. The girl in the bed of roses, gone before her time.
Speaking of magic tricks, sirens suddenly went off around the pop-up-store like a K-Mart Blue Light Sale she was definitely too young to remember, and Chryssa wheeled herself backwards reflexively, pivoting into a corner so she wouldn't get in anyone's way as people started running past her. She noticed people were putting on their AR glasses, but hers were with her uncle, so she could only try to infer what was going on. She craned her head to one side, looking around to see a beautiful black-haired woman (Wolf) doing something on the UNOVRCon app.
"Oh, it's an app thing!" she recognized brightly, waving one arm from her unfortunate position low to the ground in her chair in case her uncle Buzzster Hooperham might somehow notice her in the sudden chaos. "Need any help?" Based on the screen, it looked like they were battling a Porygon2, which was currently a rock type.
Selecting player from the dropdown, Chryssa hit attack! and saw the HP bar go down on screen. Though she couldn't see it, a blast of fighting-type punches suddenly emanated from the girl in the corner as if guarded by her own personal Stand. The flurry of virtual fists launched into the rounded duck just as it polished off the last of the exclusive TGC mats.
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Oct 22, 2023 22:33:47 GMT 9
#s://c~l3n~co/i/qhOyBb~png It wasn't that Chryssa had forgotten to get her Player stamp. She'd gotten it yesterday, on Day 3 of the con, shortly before joining the game of human/quail chess that had layered itself into her mind like flies in a sticky trap.
Different desires warred within her—some fantastic, some fatalistic. She could barely sleep thinking about it. She'd woken up in the middle of the night and strapped on her headset, trying to disappear into the world of UNOVR. But even there, she'd found herself restless. Professor Ash was missing, gone since the Thunderfall Raid. Chryssa didn't know what her character would say to her, if anything, but at least she had been someone to talk to (or talk at). Bunya's cat-themed puns didn't mesh well with Bergamot Gristleborg's villainous humor. All across the server, UNOVR was enjoying a period of rest and respite, and it left Chryssa unsatisfied.
She didn't just crave a challenge. She craved beauty and adventure. She craved domination and delight, dungeons, she wanted devastation, she wanted to dance through the world. She wanted to tell someone this is it.
This is how I fight back.
She hadn't returned to Codie's Arcade today to get a Player stamp— she'd been hoping to find someone. A connection in a game, perhaps. Unfortunately, the entrance was completely blocked by a huge line of latecomers.
Chryssa's head turned towards the teenage boy who'd suddenly chatted her up, eyes wide and vacant. "I haven't been to the merch store yet, actually," she said, popping a wheelie in her chair while she considered the other questions. "I suppose Quail Quest 2 was the most fun for me. They say sequels are never as good, but I think people are thinking about it wrong."
"A sequel isn't a mirror— it's not meant to reflect the first installment, or to duplicate what it had. A sequel fills in the cracks. Adds detail to the darkness. It enhances the original, not itself."
Like years of one's life, layered on top of one another. Like lives of one's existence, compounding to form a perfect whole. Did that mean one's original self was the best one, or simply just the point of comparison? If so, who was she now?
"Anyway, I already have this stamp," said Chryssa, rolling out of line. "I'll be seeing you." lmao not me posting in my own thread this is still open for anyone!
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Oct 11, 2023 21:56:26 GMT 9
#s://a~l3n~co/i/qdpwsM~png "The point," said Chryssa, "is to suffer."
She wound a strand of caramel-brown hair around her finger, then let it release. "But I choose to defy that. Like you, I suppose." She looked up at Big Bee—a face she'd looked at many times, but never as herself. Not from this angle. Not from down here.
Compared to real life, game characters were on a different level. Transcended from dreary existence. Playing into the hands of some faceless developer, true, but that was their choice. In life, people didn't get to choose the circumstances they were born into.
"Beauty, adventure, quintessence. These are the weapons people like us wield to fight back the darkness." It was unclear whether the girl in the chair was talking about the game or not. There was a vague look in her eyes, and her expression was... intense. The Regal Noctowl Big Bee had summoned was magnificent. Just looking at it filled her with fierce joy, pressing on her lungs like thick, hot mud. Burning. Bubbling. Sluggish to move.
Leave an imprint on the universe, Big Bee had said.
What kind of imprint should she make?
A scorching hole? A weeping procession? A blog, an empty bed, a sword collection?
Six quails left on the board. Scattered, leaderless. "Sound the retreat," Chryssa said to the messenger Pidove, who blew a short flurry of piercing notes on its bugle. The other Pidove turned tail and began winging off the board. Roars of triumph came from the evil army on the other side as foul monsters surged forward to take the field, sweeping across the ground in a dark horde of orcish bodies.
She turned to Big Bee, acknowledging her forfeit with a small, too-bright smile. Already, the game world was fading. "I'll be seeing you on the other side." Of the game? Of UNOVR? Or of the afterlife, that promised new world on the other side of the dark helmet?
She didn't say. But perhaps it was their destiny to find out. QBeYmbAt1d101d10 1d10·1d10
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Oct 10, 2023 20:58:47 GMT 9
#s://a~l3n~co/i/qdpwsM~png Chryssa was well aware of orioncayge (they even had a crack ship name: Morgion), but she had never thought of him as a particularly profound character. It showed how little Morgana paid attention to other people, or anything besides pumping up her own villainous ego.
"It's an interesting idea, isn't it?" Chryssa said to Big Bee, watching the Rookidee-wielding Orion run off down the center of the board like a linebacker. "We're all accumulations of our own past selves. Past versions. That person never changes, they just get added to the collective identity."
Preet! It was Pidove, fluttering above her head with a report on the forward troops. Chryssa listened patiently, glancing out at her semi-abandoned game board. It looked like the forces of darkness had just taken her Pidove bishop and knight. "Tragic," she said tonelessly, "Pawn (Pidove) to A5." It was a sacrifice ploy, and not a winning one. At this rate, her quails would fall into despair long before they were overrun by orcs.
"Do you believe in life after death?" she asked suddenly, perhaps too-innocently. fxUa|uQl1d101d10 1d10·1d10
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Oct 9, 2023 18:53:18 GMT 9
#s://a~l3n~co/i/qdpwsM~png "Yes... sweet quintessence," whispered Chryssa throatily, holding the small vial of glowing purple essence in her hand. "The fifth element... obtained in the fifth hour... of the fifth year of the fifth millennium. With this, I shall triumph!" She raised her voice, letting it ring out over the battlefield. It was absolute bullshit, but the Armies of Darkness couldn't know that. She was surprised they were coordinated enough to even use the grid the game was set on.
She was distracted from her epic plot/ploy (those words had to be related. Siblings in another life) by recognizing Big Bee, Bergamot's Fishing Rival. The shock of seeing someone she knew from UNOVR while playing in-person as herself took her aback for a moment. She narrowed her eyes. How should she react? Bergamot, she knew, would laugh loudly and villainously behind her hand and proceed to mock the Bandana Guy for his noobish attempts at cheating. Bergamot was dramatic. Noisy. Not subtle. She didn't care about anything, least of all herself.
But Chryssa was curious. In the game, she would never question the people around her being anything other than real. They were all players of the same game. But here? Who was Big Bee, really? Another NPC superimposed over the world? Another bit player blindly steered by the hand of God, conspiring to trap her in this false facsimile of life?
"I wonder," said Chryssa from behind Big Bee. There was no real warning for how she got there. Perhaps the wheels on her chair were rimmed with soundproof insulation. Gray eyes, the color of Pidoves and white orcs, drifted from his sneakers to his face. "Are you really here? Or are you just an apparition? No, that's not the right word. A memory, I mean."
She gave a vague smile. It was unclear whether it was directed at Big Bee or simply for her own benefit. "You can take this," she said suddenly, offering him the vial of quintessence. It shone with ominous amethyst light, painting shadows into the hollows of her cheeks. "My bountiful lands have plenty to spare."
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Oct 4, 2023 13:49:29 GMT 9
#s://a~l3n~co/i/qdpwsM~png Of course Morgana (Chryssa) would be participating in the human chess game. Naturally, the humans in question were actually quails, and those quails were actually small bird Pokemon. Chryssa didn't question the logic-- she realized right away that where logic was unsound, the rules themselves required a certain amount of flexibility, and by flexibility she meant abuse.
"Pidove to D4," she commanded, swinging out one hand like an army general (from what anime?). While the Pidove set about attacking the club-wielding orc currently positioned in that square, she kept a sharp eye out for the so-called 'quintessence' that was supposed to appear any time now. She assumed it was like the cherry in Pac Man.
Anyway, it had yet to spawn, so Chryssa just bided her time. There were other players in this game - unlike chess or checkers, the tiles took up the entire fantasy battlefield in a panoramic view. There was nothing saying she couldn't cross over onto other players' territory to harvest quintessence, and she'd already tested whether she could.
A flicker of glowing purple light caught her eye. That must be it! "Pidove, collect that quintessence!" she ordered the Pidove with the bishop hat nearest her and the quail took off with an alarmed coo, swooping across the board towards the item. Hopefully nobody else had seen it first!
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Oct 1, 2023 20:02:25 GMT 9
At last, a chance to experience one of the Timberlands dungeons Hydance had *mysteriously* slipped past her. Was it a grand conspiracy, or was Morgana just inattentive? Probably the latter. As much as she liked to *say* she enjoyed mysteries, the reality was that the process of investigating one was *exceedingly boring.* Wandering around in the fog for months hoping to run into something interesting? Too high a price to pay. Of course, that meant missing out on secret Snomager hoards that only spawned for 48 hours on a weekend when Chryssa had a hospital appointment, but who was counting? Chryssa watched carefully, biding her time from her position until the Snomager turned to focus on Kazuki. Her eyes narrowed as she summed up the distance she needed to cover. Unlike the real dungeon in UNOVR, she didn't have the luxury of choosing whatever she wanted from the pile - she was well aware this was a *race.* If she could evade the adorable worm, make it to the pile, and touch base safely, she would win. Many before her had tried simply running to the other end of the cave, and gotten ice-beamed to oblivion for their efforts. Chryssa had a secret weapon. The Snomager was keyed into footsteps, true, but what about wheels? Positioned on an icy slope, Chryssa unlocked the emergency brake and pushed herself off, reveling in the security and life support capabilities of VR. Her "father" would be having a fit right now if he saw her in real life. fi9wlNWQ1d101d10 1d10·1d10
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Sept 12, 2023 8:52:04 GMT 9
This was new! And by new, Chryssa actually meant 'old', since she had been here before. The setting was actually remarkably un-new, considering the fact it took place in Birchwild Grove in the literal game of UNOVR. She couldn't even say she was here under a different name this time, considering she'd given her real one to the moon spirit minutes after first encountering it. But it was a good setting. Stone at her back. Braille at her fingertips. The stars glittering overhead, cold and cruel. It was a history lesson from a different time. Before stars were life, and that just another currency. Before life and light were a bartering mechanic. Before the Starcatch. "The Briar Beast's heart was a Shinx. Not my Shinx!" Chryssa added. That was important. While she had prayed at the altar of forest beer and darkness, she had never offered any part of herself. If she had, she would have never let it die. She would have let it dominate.There was more to say and do, but strangely, she found herself contented in this place. She was no longer bound to her stone or Chanda Mama's will or a hidden partner on the far side of the circle. These constellations were familiar ones. Not as bright as from her balcony in Anchorage, but familiar nonetheless. Chryssa. Bergamot. Why did it matter? All things burned out eventually in the vast loneliness of space. You were only watching the remaining light. BIOLOGY: HOW DOES TANDEMAUS EVOLVE? nYesBRBc1d101d10 1d10·1d10
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Sept 1, 2023 0:07:46 GMT 9
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/1026108981845954581/1146823400875102338/IMG_0706~png The sky around the aircraft was suffused with smoke, the traces of distant wildfires. It reflected a hazy red across the wings of the plane as it coasted to a halt on the tarmac. Chryssa sat still in her seat as the other passengers on the plane leapt into activity, crowding the aisle in a single-file line as they jostled for the exit. Stewardesses rained chipper farewells upon uncaring ears. Thank you for flying United Airlines. Thank you for flying United Airlines. Thank you for-
Chryssa sat patiently, gazing out the window with eyes as gray as ghosts. There was no reason to rush. She'd be the last one off the plane, anyway.
"Are you ready to go, Miss Glasgow?" the voice came from the aisle. Chryssa glanced at the person - they were in the airport's uniform, and they had a wheelchair with them. An aide sent to assist her off the plane. A convenient pawn sent to do her bidding-- or that's what Morgana would think, anyway. For Chryssa, people like this were nothing. NPCs, faceless and pointless, existing only to transport her from one scene to another.
"It's fine- I'll just walk," Chryssa said casually, waving the aide back. She made as if to get up out of the seat, then froze. Her eyes widened and she patted her legs frantically, like someone who'd just lost their keys. "Gasp! Aide, something's wrong! I can't stand up from this chair! It's almost as if... as if..."
"You shouldn't joke about things like that," the aide rebuked her as they lifted her up, light as a doll, and carefully placed her in the chair.
"Twas a meme," declared Chryssa airily, unfazed, then reached down and easily disengaged the safety brake herself. "You shouldn't try to make small talk with me if you're not ready to be shocked and amazed. Oh, don't worry, it's not like I'll be around that long anyway." She rolled down the ramp, perfectly in control, and set off towards the gate.
She wasn't just talking about the airport.
There was something off about Chryssa. She had the look of a fruit which had gone a day too long without being eaten, a sense of subtle wrongness. A bomb whose countdown had hit 0. An audio clip that kept on playing even after its app was closed. A dream that you never quite forgot, even when you woke up; like a stranger lingering just a little too long outside your house, or a childhood memory that couldn't be erased. She felt like an A+ you hadn't earned. She evoked a subtle guilt in the world, as if her very existence was a secret that God would rather leave forgotten.
Now, where is that uncle of mine, Chryssa thought, scanning the heads in the crowd. There-- impossible to miss. Red hair, red beard and all. She would have liked to sneak up on him, but a head-on approach would do for now.
Of everyone in this world, Buzzster Hooperham was the most important to her.
"That big head of yours certainly stands out," the girl said from her seat, tossing him an oversized carry-on bag that clanked and jingled like it was full of skis and windchimes. It probably was - she'd packed it specifically to draw attention to herself and inconvenience as many airport staff as possible. "I was beginning to think you'd never arrive. I'd have to sing on the streets for my dinner."
Her eyes gleamed, as if she thought she might not mind that so much.
"By the way, what do you say we decide today's activities with a little wager? I have a few requests I'd like to make." Her tone implied they were not requests her uncle would like.
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Aug 23, 2023 15:51:19 GMT 9
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jul 14, 2023 21:08:01 GMT 9
Mechanical (Hard)ZONE B
"Fellow Dark Sider… What do YOU think? Do the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few, or the one?" “Oho! A trolley problem?”
Morgana swirled a finger in her blue wig like a high school girl talking on the phone. “That’s what this is, right? Well, on principle, I would kill more people if possible. That’s what it means to be one so wicked and evil, such as mwah!”
It was an easy answer. This entire raid was built on an internal conflict of what was more good. Was it more good to spare a life or to prioritize the needs of the many? The whole premise fell apart when you were trying to make the wrong choice.
Or did it?
<It’s evil to kill people, but it’s not evil to save someone! It’s all about intention,> Bergamot’s Glaceon interjected, tail held high. Liquid flowed off his short pelt as if he was underwater, clearly not minding the deluge.
“I didn’t ask your opinion, Starface. You’re supposed to be part of my comedy duo, not my personal Socrates. I don’t need your weak interjections to make my evil talking points look better.”
<Well, I don’t want to be in your comedy duo! I want to be with… this nice lady! The one that you’re dressed like!> The Glaceon wagged his tail, gazing hopefully up at Laguna. <You’re so beautiful and strong, and I feel like I can fight my best with you.>
“What?! How could you tell us apart?! What gave it away…”
<Because only you would try to attack Legendary Pokemon that are trying to help you! This is just like with Moltres! You should leave Zapdos alone.>
“Many people are attacking this Legendary Pokemon,” Bergamot pointed out airily, annoyed that Glaceon had no idea what was going on due to having been A. not prepared beforehand and B. released in the middle of the action completely out of the blue. “Plus, it’s not trying to help us.” Right then, Zapdos threw a bunch of players into the air and they landed on his back nearby Morgana, who stepped away distastefully. “...That doesn’t count. It’s not evil to attack the Raid Boss.”
…Did that mean she shouldn’t be attacking the Raid Boss? Where was the Maximum Evil in this situation, really?
“I need to attack an ally, unprovoked!” Bergamot realized. She eyed Laguna and Kath Ulu appraisingly. “Hmm…”
<NO! Stop it! Stop trying to be evil all the time!>
Fine. If there wasn’t a clearly good or evil path to steer down, Bergamot would choose the most interesting one. What was the most interesting? What would happen if the three legendary birds died? Things would go back to the way they were before the World Events that had unlocked them, she supposed. No Moltres in the tree, no Articuno in the Dream World, no Zapdos on the Steppes.
Boring.
Whereas Professor Ash being dismissed… that was interesting. Bergamot’s eyes gleamed. Would they be a game with no professor? Would new trainers simply spawn into an empty tent and be told to fend for themselves? Would Bunya or Cygnus replace her? Or would they get a new professor, someone more qualified from across the sea who wouldn’t make the same mistakes that Ash had?
There was the matter of Mistra being cleansed, but frankly, Bergamot had been hoping to experience the Corruption Zone for herself. She simply hadn’t had time to make it out there yet, not with all the sneaking about she’d have to do to get across the border without Professor Ash noticing. Siding with Zapdos might buy her time to explore the ‘horror’ area and figure out if she could twist it to her own brand of ‘Morgana’ evil, or whether it was too ‘evil’ evil to be worth salvaging.
“Anyway, use Swift on Zapdos,” she decided finally, making a ‘shoo’ motion with her fingertips. She’d decide more later.
Glaceon glowered at her in the rain. <NO! You can’t be trusted! You might be doing something evil again!> He turned to Laguna earnestly. The soft hum of violins rose in the background as he directed his words to his Dancing partner. <What do you think? Should I attack Zapdos? If you say so, I’ll do it!>
A clap of thunder drowned out Laguna’s exact response, but Morgana saw Starface nod affirmatively. <Okay! Focus on the shrine, got it! I’ll be back!>
The sleek mammal took off running, leaping off the side of Zapdos’s wing into the rainstorm. Rather than falling, he galloped sinuously through the air, utilizing Morgana’s Swimmer effect to its full potential. As he flowed down the golden undersides of Zapdos’s wing towards the shrine, he opened his mouth, firing a volley of spinning, watery stars like liquid shurikens.
Blam blam blam blam blam! They impacted the metallic surface with solid twangs like instrument strings, causing blue sparks and flickers to race across its sides. <We have to keep going,> Starface cried, a surge of energy taking him up and over the other side. <The only way to go is down! Doing nothing helps nobody!>
Morgana stood with her hands on her hips, annoyed beyond belief. How had she become the Socrates?!
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jul 14, 2023 20:56:33 GMT 9
Fast AttackPokemon: Glaceon (Ice/Water) Core Ability: Recoil Ability Target: Self Move(s) Used: Swift (never normal) Move Type(s): Move Target: Zapdos (Giant Shrine) ccv3PoZ2sweeper4sweeper4
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jul 10, 2023 22:24:53 GMT 9
Mechanical (Hard)ZONE B Chryssa Glasgow was not a gamer.
Chryssa Glasgow was a victim. Fate and circumstance had conspired to twist her into a bedridden princess waiting for someone to rescue her from her father’s manor. She did not even have the dramatic luxury of a terminal diagnosis. She was trapped in this boring, sedentary, lonely existence forever.
The WorldScreen had changed that.
It had given her movement. It had given her agency. Most of all, it had given her intention.
She had never played this game to unlock new Areas, contribute to budding Settlements, or coo over her cute and lovely Pokemon (Probopass). She had never fallen for some illusion of Open World.
Morgana played this game for the people.
If there was no one to see her, did she really exist? If she could not at least pretend some invisible developer code monkey was watching her from out there, adjusting the holes she poked in the matrix, would she still continue?
But as she listened to Professor Ash’s hologram, frowning at the strange phrasing, and then watched Arran and Guillotine go up in smoke (at a literal glance), it clicked.
If Zapdos, a raid boss, could notice her, it made him real.
She could change her hair color, outfit, and cup size. Of course Morgana could change her mind. She barely had an opinion to begin with.
“Turn on Pokemon Speech!” Bergamot uttered, voice suddenly full of conviction. She heard her personal Mini_Codie whir as it quickly entered her User Interface, adjusting her settings. “What was I thinking? I have my own captive audience to annoy. I should be using them!” What was she doing depending on other players or Hydance executives for entertainment?
She had always seen her Pokemon as ‘part of the show’, just props to help illustrate her villainous comedy facade. But they weren’t. Pokemon were people, and people were fun. People laughed, or scoffed, or gave her affirmation. People sent her friend requests or refused to call her Dirty even when she changed her display name. People were rebellious, or obedient, or sometimes villainous as well.
As the Moltres Spirits seared past in laughing tongues of flame, Bergamot sent out Jack the Mudkup. “Jack!”
<Hi, Bergamot!>
“I’m going to sacrifice you to bring Kath Ulu’s Treecko back from the dead!”
<Oh. Sad now.>
“Oh please, I’ll Revive you later. Just get out there and do some voodoo magic!” Bergamot twirled around, enjoying the fresh air on her thighs. Perhaps she should wear sailor uniforms more often.
As Jack went to throw himself resignedly on Treecko’s body she sent out Starface, her famously drippy Glaceon. “Starface, you attack with– oh, boo!” The electricity in the air had already brought the dewy mammal to its knees. She’d forgotten she’d equipped it as a water-type.
<I’m all right,> Starface panted, looking around and getting back to his feet. He did a double-take. <Where are we?! Why do you look like that?>
“Don’t worry about that,” Bergamot sang, spinning around and relishing the dramatic irony of not warning any of her Pokemon they were going into a World Event. “Just use Hail! We’ll turn these boring thunderclouds to something a little more interesting!”
Only Morgana would prefer tennis-ball-sized hailstones to a little static electricity, but here they were. The Glaceon focused, pigtails waving in the wind as Moltres Spirits flooded past in ribbons of rainbow light. G.A.Y, Bergamot thought as the hail began to fall.
She didn’t know what to do or think about Zapdos and the Giant Shrine he claimed was his. Perhaps he was lying. Perhaps she should ask for a deed of sale, or a land title, or another cutscene. Perhaps the idea of you leave it, you lose it was a little too petty for something on this scale.
But she had enough confidence in UNOVR that the game itself would tell her when it was time. When she was ready. When the choice was imperative, irreversible, and utterly irresistible.
She took a deep breath, spotting a familiar Chinese girl-shaped-shape on the platform across the gulf, and cupped her hands around her mouth.
“Ohohohohoho! I’ll get you, Sarah Lee! And you owe me, Kath Ulu!”
But the truth was, nobody owed anyone anything. Kindness was a gift. And Morgana, who had always lived in the moment, relished the present.
GOAL (ALTITUDE 2): 9241/9473 ZONES B & C DISRUPT: 0
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Bergamot Gristleborg
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jul 10, 2023 22:16:31 GMT 9
Fast AttackPokemon: Glaceon Move(s) Used: Hail Move Type(s): Move Target: Zapdos 4xrdYx3gsweeper4sweeper4
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