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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on May 30, 2023 19:41:13 GMT 9
"Not a Shellos," Bergamot said as a white duck came paddling past, its pompadour perched perkily on its... phead. "But that won't stop me! I, Bergamot Riddle, catch even ducklings in my net!"
She swung the net down on Quaxly, who leapt out of the water and shot a jet of water towards her. "Block it, Gible!" she screamed, forgetting Sardines' name (again).
Sardines waddled forward, a bit reluctant to take the supereffective attack. It was not fast enough to block the spray from hitting Morgana full in the face.
But lo and behold! The Swimmer stood tall and radiant, salt water dripping harmlessly off her avatar as if the perilous liquid had never even struck her at all! "Ohohohoho!" she laughed, recovering immediately. "At last! My superpower!"
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on May 30, 2023 19:34:44 GMT 9
"A-ha!"
<Sssaaar?>
Morgana swung the net, neatly netting her own Gible, who squinted up at her. "Just practicing," she said, withdrawing her net and shaking out the bits of dragon scale and shell. "It's quite boring out here, isn't it?"
This was why she could never catch Pokemon. It was so boring. There was no one around except for boring NPC fishermen and her own boring Pokemon, who would probably be less boring if she turned on Pokemon Speech, but that sounded like a whole thing. Bergamot was only here for half-things, including the other half of her jelly doughnut. She finished eating it, then turned back to the tide pool.
"Any moment now..."
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on May 30, 2023 19:29:54 GMT 9
"I'm looking for Shellos," Bergamot said, poised over a tidepool with a net in one hand and a half-eaten doughnut in the other.
<Saaaa,> said Sardines, who smelled like fish. It might have had something to do with all the fish the Gible had been eating. The fishermen thought the little land shark was just delightful and had been tossing it bits of chum all morning.
"It's a delightful and sluggy Pokemon with a nice blue exterior and a green... basement." She settled on that word because it matched the 'interior design' mental image she had, and because she wasn't sure what to call Shellos's underside. Feet? Foot? Tentacle? "Anyway, just keep an eye out."
She prepared to swing her net at the slightest sign of movement!
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on May 30, 2023 18:27:18 GMT 9
Perhaps they should use this as a learning opportunity.
"Fine," Bergamot said, refusing to admit she might be the one who needed to learn from this encounter and pulling up her UI to check Gible's moves. "Don't you learn Sandstorm? That sounds terrible." Imagine the sand in her hair. "Ah, you don't actually know Bite." No wonder it hadn't been working.
"I've got this!" the villainess declared, spinning around. "The most epic move... Tackle!"
It was so boring to say that she wanted to sign out right then and there, but Gible (Sardine/s) was flying through the air hurling its entire body weight at the vampiric Mantyke, and that was slightly more pressing.
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on May 30, 2023 18:22:25 GMT 9
Sardine launched itself off the ground, its stubby legs somehow propelling it with the force of a spring-loaded McDonalds toy towards the miniature manta ray. It gave a sad, squeaky-toy sound as it deflated.
Wait, deflated?
"It was a Substitute!" Morgana realized aloud, spinning around. The real Mantyke was sneaking up on her from behind, mouth gaping wide in preparation for a deadly bite! "Nice try," she declared, quickly turning around and hurrying several steps away in her wobbly shoes. "Get it, Sardines!" It was plural now.
Thwack! Thwack! Rubbery antennae slapped like wet pool noodles across the Gible's sandy hide and it yelped.
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on May 30, 2023 18:19:26 GMT 9
Something tugged at her line and Morgana immediately stood. "Ohohoho!" she laughed behind one gloved hand, fulfilling her self-made stereotype. "A Magikarp, for me!" She hoped it would be golden, or at least blue.
But alas, it was merely a Mantyke— one of Blarney's Brides, if she remembered correctly. A child bride. Though perhaps this particular Mantyke was old and wise, like a wizard?!
"Bite it, Pike! No, wait, I already hate that." How about another Titanic reference? Those never got old.
...Except when they did. After what had happened with Celine Dionyx, Bergamot didn't feel much like joking about the world's largest fatal accident anymore.
"Sardine it is..."
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on May 30, 2023 18:15:13 GMT 9
So here she was with (reads smudged writing on hand) one of her Pokemon...
...
Well, who were they? Jack? Wolverine? Starface? Celine Dion? Why couldn't she remember any Pokemon who hadn't been major players in some raid or another? Didn't she care about bonding with them, or something?
Morgana pulled up her UI, still holding the Fishing Rod one-handed. Why are they all so boring? she wondered, scrolling through pages of Pineco and droll Duckletts and such. They should have all been Pokemon she enjoyed, but in truth, she was restless. Chasing nostalgia on one hand, using what was given to her on the other.
"How about this," she said, releasing her Gible. It was a rare, sought-after Pokemon, which had made Morgana want it for the sake of having it and then immediately forget about it afterwards because it wasn't actually interesting. "Do you have a name? Don't answer that."
Name, name... fishing...
"Sardine..." She was sure she'd forget that. "Pike..." Was it even male? Why couldn't she remember?
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on May 30, 2023 18:07:33 GMT 9
Morgana was back on Beta Island, fishing. As one did. A perfectly normal course of action, though anything Morgana was ever doing was worth further scrutiny to see what villainous intent she might be harboring. "It's been a long time since I showed up Big Bee," she said smugly, perhaps expecting the Bandana Guy to show up at any moment to bemoan her success. A long time ago, she'd been fishing off this very dock when the game had glitched and her grape-colored Magikarp had reset itself mid-encounter. C0D13 had purloined her a new one from whatever code repository logs he could (apparently) access at will, but it had never felt quite the same.
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on May 25, 2023 17:24:21 GMT 9
Morgana stood in the middle of the meadow, tossing full-sized balls of yarn from a basket towards her Meowstic, Senga.
"Number of days in a year!"
<Meow.>
"Number of quarts in a gallon!"
<Meow.>
The white feline deftly bounced in place, knocking each yarn ball back towards Morgana with a combination of accuracy and psychic ability. To her credit, Bergamot was also able to catch them back in the basket. Why she was testing Senga's knowledge of random crap was unknown, it just felt right.
"Number of quarter-pounders in a pound!"
<Meow?>
"Ohohoho... very good." Morgana caught another yarn ball and threw the next one high. "Number of decimal places in pi!"
<Meow.>
"Do you think we knew each other in another life, Senga?" asked the villainess conversationally as they trained. Bergamot wasn't sure exactly which skill this was training, but it was an amusing excuse to throw yarn around and play with a cat. "I could swear we'd played DND together. Not that this isn't equally entertaining."
Morgana tossed another ball towards the Meowstic, but this one wasn't made of yarn. It was a doll's head, its false eyelashes fluttering in the wind as it fell towards Senga. <Meow?!>
"What do you mean? It's a creepy doll head," said Morgana, as if this was obvious. "I got it so we can bond under the principles of shared terror."
The head fell, and fell right through Senga's body. <Meow?!>
"Oh look, it worked!" Morgana exclaimed, pleased. She tip-tapped over and picked up the doll's head. Its hair was matted with grit from the ground, and its glassy eyes stared at her hauntingly. "You're a ghost-type now! I hope we can use the walk-through-walls cheat."
She screwed the doll head back onto its body and handed the full thing to Senga, who managed to materialize her paws enough to hold onto it. "There. Now you have something to hold onto besides my crowbar." Who ever heard of a cat with a crowbar?
Meowstic is now very rare (+15) Meowstic is now psychic/ghost type!
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on May 25, 2023 16:52:37 GMT 9
"Tomato, tomato," said Bergamot Gristleborg in response to Seta's answer, pronouncing both words the same way. "I'm great at winning." She had never done it before, but she was highly confident she would be a magnanimous, humble, and generous winner if it ever occurred.
Bergamot Gristleborg knew well that life could not be given.
It could only be taken. And Morgana would be the one to take it back.
As she stepped through the gate, her surroundings transformed. It was a novel sensation, like a band of pressure passing over her body. The dim nothingness of The Everworld was replaced by hot, dry air and bright sunlight. The clamor of people packed shoulder-to-shoulder in the crowded market swamped her senses as merchants called out enticingly, trying to draw customers to their stalls. And above it all, the mouthwatering tang of spice.
Morgana coughed. Her eyes watered.
What is this? What does this have to do with death, or Pokemon?
She looked down at her hands, trying to pull up her User Interface to check if she'd received a Quest Prompt. A directive. Something to instruct her of a way to make sense out of all the smells and sounds and shifty eyes in the bazaar, and lead her towards what was (honestly) a random Sneasel.
< COMPLETE THE TRIAL. >
That was all.
"Useless Hydance!" Bergamot tried to say, but her voice was drowned out by a barking street salesman. "Fine! I'll show you when I win!" Again, her voice was drowned out by the overwhelming thump and sizzle of meat hitting a smoking-hot grill, releasing a burst of steam, smoke, and spice that left the villainess coughing again. She stumbled back, rubbing her eyes.
Never in her life had she experienced anything so chaotic. Multitextured, multilayered, and worst of all, operating completely independently from Morgana herself. Trying to make a stir in all this noise would be like a flea dancing on a dog's back.
Here, she was nothing. Here, she had no control. No spotlight. No one to annoy or play with. Just her alone with a rich slice of humanity, and a reminder of how very, very small she was.
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on May 1, 2023 10:18:43 GMT 9
It was all gone. The Timberlands, Jack, her high heels, her 'Don't Call Me Dirty' T-shirt. It had all vanished like mist on a sunny morning, burned away by sleep and dreams. Morgana bubbled in her mud puddle, plotting sinister things. Her gills waved in the water, the murk of which failed to impact her in the slightest. As a Swimmer, she was used to being able to breathe underwater, but now it was like she was wearing a pair of permanent goggles. "Peep peep..." she said villainously, popping above the surface. There was a pause. She considered what she had said. "Just a moment," she said to the talking Totodile. She sat back on her haunches, using both front paws to make the opening-book motion that opened UNOVR's User Interface. To her immense relief, it opened normally. Thank goodness, was her first thought. Then she was immediately disappointed. What?! I'm not even stuck in the game? When was that plot going to happen?! After the body-swapping plot, obviously. Bergamot took stock of herself, reviewing her settings. "Well, everything seems normal," Bergamot said brightly, closing out of her settings. She could sense minute vibrations in the air around her, and realized it was coming from the fin on her head. She'd never realized how extraordinarily sensitive it was. She could tell without looking— and that was good, because her eyesight above water was terrible— that there were at least five other Pokemon in the clearing with them. "It's obvious, isn't it?" Her high, clear voice cut through the Totodile's confusion. "I am Bergamot Gristleborg, the greatest villain in UNOVR!"She attempted to flounce up to the little alligator, but had a difficult time coordinating her four legs to provide the exact quality of smugness she was going for. She ended up kind of skipping, two legs and then two legs, droplets of muddy water shedding from her slick blue sides. "Pray tell, traveler, what is this ungodly place? It reeks of do-gooders and good-doers— easy prey for a villainess like me!"
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Apr 23, 2023 22:48:21 GMT 9
MUDKIP (JACK) | GYARADOS (RAINBOW) | PIPLUP (GUILLOTINE) Sarah Lee was onto her!
She should have seen the signs. Hadn't The Incredibles taught her anything about monologuing? She should have known it was only a matter of time before the chinese girl picked up on her devious plan to acquire the Muddy Boy/Girl trainer title (yes, that was it.) Sarah Lee was probably rolling in her bed at night, wishing she too could aspire to have such an excellent banner of merit flying above her username.
"So you've finally realized," Bergamot said, covering her face with one hand so that it shadowed her eyes. "Very good! Ha... ha... HA..."
She spread her hands. "Let's face it, Sarah Lee. I'm already so far ahead of you on the way to acquiring the Muddy Boy/Girl title," she gloated. "It's too late— my machinations are already almost complete. And I know your weakness."
Morgana spun around triumphantly, skirts flaring out in the waves of hot air coming off the nearby lava. "You don't have a Mudkip."
All of this dialogue was a distraction from the battlefield, which was absolutely sublime. The epic clash threw up clouds of steam as fuscia flames boiled from the fainting Focus, capturing Rainbow at the heart of the inferno. From above, a Waterfall opened up and poured down in a hundred-foot plunge from the heavens, cloaking the Gyarados in a curtain of crashing water.
Inferno.
Waterfall.
Health creeping down.
Health going back up.
Damage.
Heal.
The statues belching fireballs watched them hurtle down the watery drop like barrels, crashing over Rainbow's head. One by one, the Gyarados began to wear down. Steam and sparkles filled the air as water evaporated and caught the magenta light like faceted gemstones.
"NOOOOOO!" screamed Morgana in a sudden burst as she saw Rainbow's health touch 0.
The battle was over.
Later, Bergamot would approach Sarah Lee, claiming she'd merely 'forgotten to use her Z-Move' and 'if she had, she would have won' and 'I'll get you next time, and your little dog too' and all those other wonderful threats. One thing was for sure: they would be meeting again soon.
{BREAKDOWN} MUDKIP (-440/250 HP) Fainted
GYARADOS (-83/250 HP) Fainted Damaged by Heal x5 (Self) for 50 HP Damaged by Braixen for 458 HP Healed 225 HP by Self
PIPLUP (-516/250 HP) Fainted Damaged by Fast Atk x5 for 50 HP Damaged by Treecko & Braixen for 716 HP Other: Used Sacrifice (Gyarados)
BATTLE END! THE MATCH IS A DRAW (DOUBLE KNOCKOUT)Link to RollTotal Damage: 302 to Braixen Total Healing: 248 to Gyarados ARENA POINT PROMPTS (TOTAL: 6) - describe a visually dazzling move (gyarados)
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Apr 23, 2023 22:24:17 GMT 9
HealPokemon: Gyarados Move Used: Waterfall Move Type: Target: Braixen pGavOlpmsupport4support4
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Apr 23, 2023 22:03:48 GMT 9
Morgana breezed into the circle of tents the good Professor Ash was calling a "lab" and began to snoop around.
First she checked the back tent. It was filled with field supplies, and Runerigus. The ghost Pokémon loomed menacingly, its painted segments rising into the air like the crumbled pieces of a broken arch. "Oops, wrong tent," said Morgana, quickly shutting the flap.
Much like Goldilocks in someone else's house, she went on to the next. This tent was filled with metal- stacked wall to wall with it, like hewn piles of timber. Had this been harvested from the Steppes?
The next tent had Professor Ash in it, typing away unbothered at her computer. Bergamot waved lasciviously.
"I'm here for my reward," she gloated, offering not just one, but TWO Duraludon Pokeballs to the Professor. "I'm relieved you're cleaning the area out of these monsters. They're a public nuisance."
200 BYTES PROCESSED
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Apr 23, 2023 21:52:48 GMT 9
Bergamot Gristleborg was fully aware that dreams were an integral part of the Misty Timberlands. Unfortunately, she seemed to have insomnia. "Honestly," she said to Jack, her Mudkip. "It should be a popup option. 'Sleep,' or something. 'Take a rest.' Like in Minecraft."
"Peep peep!" said Jack supportively, having no idea what she was talking about.
Jack was a Mudkip, not a real person, which made it difficult for him to say anything except 'peep' and sometimes 'peep peep.' Or perhaps Morgana was the difficult one for refusing to turn on his Pokemon Speech. Her theory was that if Pokemon were meant to talk, they would have developed proper larynxes naturally in the wild.
"Peep!" the water-type said again. He wagged his flat, finlike tail, putting his cold paws on her leg. It was like having someone set small dead fish on your legs while you were trying to take a nap.
"Ugh!" Bergamot said, trying again to will herself to sleep. "I'm sick of missing these events! Let me in already!" Now she knew how Maleficent felt after Sleeping Beauty's parents didn't invite her to their baby shower.
Maybe it was the pine needles digging into her back. Maybe it was the fact she was sleeping on the ground in a cold, damp forest filled with graveyards and mist. The few places which weren't soggy leaves and mushrooms were full of pink flowers, which, villainous as Morgana claimed to be, she wasn't going to lay on just because they looked comfortable.
"Peep peep..."
"What?!"
Morgana sat up. There was a light in the mist that hadn't been there before. She narrowed her eyes, trying to focus on it. Nearby tree boughs sagged as they crystallized, turning to stone in the beam of her gaze. Jack let out a mournful peep as a gust of wind blew back her hair, bringing a new scent along with it. It smelled like—
It smelled like...
Story.
"There we go," Bergamot murmured, head thumping back down onto the leaf litter. She could barely feel it— the world was drifting away, growing fuzzy and dark at the edges. "That's... what I was..." She yawned, then fell asleep.
Jack yawned too— to show empathy— and curled up on her chest to drool and wait.
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