Bergamot Gristleborg
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Muddy Girl
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Player Name: Chryssa Glasgow
OOC Username: M00K
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jun 22, 2023 22:49:47 GMT 9
Surprisingly, her teammates came to help her. Perhaps if they'd known the Red Beam she'd been hit by was just placebo, or that she'd just changed her display name to Bergamot Gristleborg, they wouldn't have bothered. Regardless, Bergamot was touched. Her whole life, people had bent over backwards to stop her from ever getting hurt. Keeping her out of danger. Treating her like something that could break at any moment. But when something did happen, who was there to help her back up?
"Friendship is real!" Bergamot exclaimed, dusting off her skirts and looking around for her hand glider. She saw it a few meters away and put out one hand like she was making a stop motion. There was a magnetic hum moment of concentration, then the piece of cloth and metal came flying into her hand with a thwonk. "...But this doesn't change anything between us! I am still far too evil to play for the good guys. Ohohohoho!" She put her blue Laguna wig back on to demonstrate.
But Morgana seemed to have had a change of heart when they next rose into the air. "I have an idea," she announced. "I propose we use our Trainer Subclass powers to great visual effect. As you know, I am a Swimmer--" Which allowed her Pokemon (N/A) to fly and caused water (N/A) to repel off her body. "...but you two aren't. Surely you can make some... pizazz happen."
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Bergamot Gristleborg
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jun 18, 2023 21:59:29 GMT 9
To tell the truth, Bergamot had made no attempt to pass through the ring of Ducklett with the other Women's Suffering activists. She had made no attempt to fly at all so far, in fact, and had instead been combing the ground level, fishing for compliments.
"Oh, look at me," she said, showing one of the Mythstar NPCs her arm, where she had rubbed a smear of dirt. "Aren't I ever so... what's the word. It's on the tip of my tongue..."
"Does anyone have a word to describe my current state? Preferably five letters, beginning with D," she said to one of the Creed goons, pointedly.
"Might there be..."
Morgana saw Laguna and Sarah Lee pass overhead on Laguna's surfboard. passing perfectly through the Ducklett ring and headed straight for the green Training Beam. "Oops! Looks like my ride's here. Gotta gooo!" she said, raising her hand glider into the air with one arm like someone trying to estimate the height of an NBA player.
She hadn't bothered participating in the second round because, unlike the rest of these n00bs, she was basically a pro at flying already. She'd massively abused her Swimmer priviliges at the start of Beta to skip Challenge Tower levels, fly between areas of Beta Island, and make dramatic entrances/exits at the drop of a hat.
This hand glider was no Guillotine, but it would do. (Guillotine was a Piplup, not an execution device).
"TA-TA-TAAAA!" she announced herself gloriously as she kicked off from the ground. The hand glider buzzed in her hand like a model plane, wings unfolding with a satisfying click as the wind caught them. They snapped out at clean angles, cloth and metal working together to create incredible lift and stability. It was a miracle of modern science.
PSEEEW!
The Red Beam cut her down like a clothesline, sweeping the airspace with the laser-accurate brutality of C0D13. Bergamot went down with an indignant squawk, her only saving grace the fact that her bell-shaped skirt formed a kind of frilly blue parachute as she fell.
Laying in a heap in the dirt, Bergamot managed to raise her head and croak "Can anyone... think of... something... to call me..."
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jun 13, 2023 12:08:21 GMT 9
Morgana was training her Pokemon today?!
"Go, Rainbow! Use Iron Head!" she ordered, spinning streaks of anime light behind her (in her mind's eye).
Her Gyarados shot past her, its colossal cranium aimed at the target. But just before it reached the bullseye, the glowing white light faded and cooled. Rainbow bonked harmlessly off the target like a balloon off a barn door.
Morgana shook her finger. "Tsk! Tsk!" she said. "No, but really, that wasn't it at all. Do we need to re-watch the TM?"
She wheeled in the monitor and put the Iron Head TM back in the DVD player. She and Rainbow crowded around the screen, basking in the faint light. An instructional video came up. It looked like it was from the 90's: a bald man with a goatee in a green T-shirt smiled placidly at them, superimposed over a friendly green screen background.
"Hey trainers! Here's a little move you can do with your favorite Pokemon!"
The man's supposed "companion Pokemon", a child dressed up in a Cubone costume, appeared on-screen. "Cubone, Cubone!" the child said. The bald man laughed. "That's right, Cubone! Iron Head! It's so easy even a baby can do it!"
"See, Rainbow. It's so easy even a baby can do it," Bergamot repeated, turning to face the Gyarados's giant head. The fish was frowning. Was it depressed, or just skeptical of the video's terrible quality? "Watch carefully now."
There were some bad special effects as the child in the Cubone suit demonstrated the move, complete with KA-POW! text effects like a comic book. It was a great video. Bergamot laughed heartily afterwards and turned it off. "Anyway, you should definitely be able to do it now, so let's try again."
<Aaaargghhh...> Rainbow muttered, but obediently undulated after Morgana back to the practice field.
GYARADOS IS NOW VERY RARE (+15)
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Bergamot Gristleborg
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Muddy Girl
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jun 13, 2023 11:47:29 GMT 9
"I can't believe I'm doing this for a random Sneasel," Bergamot said loudly, slamming her empty glass down on the counter. "...Another mango lassi, please."
The NPC behind the stall nodded sagely, filling the glass back to the brim with frothy, pale orange liquid. Bergamot snatched it and drank it up, trying to let it sit in her mouth to cool down the burning. It helped, but the burning, itching feeling came back a few moments later, as if her body had absorbed the memory and continued to re-play it on a loop. "My ears are popping!" she announced, as if this was a great triumph for her instead of an immense overreaction to a mild spice mix.
Chryssa was a sheltered white girl who subsided on tasteless health foods and whatever other bland dishes her father's cooking staff decided to make for her. She had no experience with spicy foods. The strongest she'd ever experienced in her life was black pepper, and even that sometimes made her cough.
She enjoyed this new pain. It made her feel real.
"Tell me if you see it walk by in the background or something," she told the NPC, voice raspy. "Do I have to pay for this, by the way? I don't have any money." What would happen if she dined and dashed? Would spicy guards pursue her through the crowded marketplace like an Indiana Jones chase scene? That sounded exciting.
The NPC nodded, still not speaking, and extended his hand. "Whoops," said Morgana, pushing off her barstool and getting ready to dash away, but then something strange happened.
Near her ear, he grasped something. Something invisible. Something that took shape before her eyes like a shimmer, a heat wave, a thread of spun light. As it flowed away from her head, Bergamot smelled it distinctly. It was so at odds with the rest of the scents in the bazaar that it caught her off guard. My shampoo?
It filled her nostrils, the stench of chemicals and flowers, of steam and wet hair. It drove back the spice that still burned at the back of her throat as it flowed away from her mind and into the NPC's hand, coiling there like a snake.
Then the stallkeeper closed his hand and it was gone. He inclined his head, clearly thanking her for her business, and went back to grilling his meats.
Morgana stood, stunned, eyes narrowing as she processed what had just happen. What was that?
She knew what it was. It was a clue.
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Bergamot Gristleborg
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Muddy Girl
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jun 7, 2023 11:32:16 GMT 9
"I'm not Laguna," said Morgana, taking off her blue wig and obediently inspecting the steampunk belt Sarah Lee had just tried to show her. "It's perfect! I'll take it." She held out a white-gloved hand expectantly, then gasped in exaggerated outrage when Sarah Lee ignored her and clipped it onto herself instead. "How selfish..." she murmured, turning away.
She inspected the table for items of equal stylishness-- if Sarah Lee was going to hog all the altimeter belts, well, Bergamot would just have to fashion her own. "Observe, Laguna," she said to the women's suffrage activist, who'd actually been on Sarah Lee's other side. "As a member of Mythstar, tinkering with such things is but second-nature to me." She spoke quickly, softly, hands moving on the table in front of her in a blur of activity. "And now... voila!"
The canister she'd been holding exploded, spraying her from head to toe with oil.
For a moment she simply stood there, looking like a pelican after the BP disaster.
Then Morgana put both hands on her hips and laughed, convincingly, as if this had been all part of her plan. "Ohohohoho! You see, Laguna," she said, sending out a water Pokemon to hose her off. Water blasted in a six-foot radius around her as a Gyarados blasted her like a fire hose. "I- fssst!- Bllbbt! -Sarah Lee- RSHHHHHHH! -fashion."
Everything was going well, in other words.
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Bergamot Gristleborg
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Muddy Girl
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jun 4, 2023 22:32:43 GMT 9
Footsteps are indeed nearby, and Morgana's foots were particularly pointy. Her high-heeled Running Shoes clicked on the cobblestones as she approached Saint like a herd of horses. He was fresh meat, and she was a swarm of smug piranhas. "Ohohoho!" she laughed arrogantly behind her hand, peering down at the young man on the ground as if particularly enjoying the vantage point. "You seem like a new trainer! Soon to perish in the mines with the others... shame..." She pretended to look sympathetic. "Of course, I could put in a good word for you if you just hand over your Pokemon..."His words sunk in and she did a double-take. "Hold up! Did you say Onix?"Flashes played before her eyes (helped by the WorldScreen's handy internal memory backups) of Celine Dionix, swaying on her tail of boulders, forming a perfect staircase onto the ice. The stars leaving her dissolving body one by one, swallowed by the Starcatch. Teeth against teeth. Lips. Eyes.And left over at the end, a heart. It was a poor memento. It would not bring her back. And it would not lift the curse. Gray-eyed, gaze vacant, Bergamot's finger moved. She selected a Pokemon from her inventory to offer to trade, barely even looking at what it was. "Yes," she said, simply and softly. "I'd... like that." |
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Bergamot Gristleborg
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Muddy Girl
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Player Name: Chryssa Glasgow
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on May 30, 2023 19:46:39 GMT 9
Amazing! Bergamot Riddle was amazing!!
"Catch the QUAXCEE!" she cried, spinning around and letting a Pokeball hurl from a white-gloved hand like a child flying off a ride at an amusement park. It bounced, striking the Quaxly on the head and sinking deep into its feather pompadour.
<Sardiii!> said Sardines as the capsule disappeared. Bergamot stopped spinning, looking distraught. "What?! I paid for that Pokeball! This is just like when vending machines eat your change," she said, clambering over the rocks towards the Quaxly. Having never finished the Catching Tutorial (or any of the tutorials besides the Running Shoes one, for that matter), Bergamot was very invested in what few Pokeballs she had.
But as she reached the duck, the Pokeball finally seemed to make its way to the center of the starter Pokemon's skull, and it swirled away into energy. She waited for three shakes, then scooped up the ball when a little star appeared. "Ohohoho! I had no doubts," she assured Gible.
She'd forgotten all about Shellos. Next time!
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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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Bergamot Gristleborg
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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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Bergamot Gristleborg
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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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Bergamot Gristleborg
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Muddy Girl
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Player Name: Chryssa Glasgow
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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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