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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Mar 13, 2023 1:31:30 GMT 9
Morgana ignored most of Yggy Br00ks's questions, zeroing in on one thing.
"Oh? What would you give for another Pikachu?" she asked, blue eyes tracking the tomboy like lasers. "I may have a Pichu in my possession. Crony, use Poison Gas, I need aesthetic."
<Hckss?!> said the Salandit, suddenly thrown out again. He was getting a lot of whiplash from Morgana today. Dubiously, he began to pump purple smoke from behind her, giving her an ominous miasma.
Now sufficiently threatening, Bergamot lowered her voice, basilisk gaze vacant. "What deal would you make, Yggy Br00ks? Would you sell your soul? A memory? A legendary egg?" She didn't really want a legendary egg, to tell the truth, she still needed to get rid of this Kyogre one she was carrying around. She had no time for babies. "Actually, scratch that. Do you want a Kyogre egg, too?" Might as well put all her eggs in one basket.
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Mar 13, 2023 1:13:32 GMT 9
Morgana accepted the offered fishing rod as if it was only natural her partner would hand it over. Her eyes shone with triumph. "Oho! A foolish move, handing your fishing rod to the enemy..." the young woman said, stroking the pole the way villains stroked persian cats in movies. "What makes you think I'll give this back?"
She spun around like a magnificent ballet dancer, blue skirts flaring in a perfect bell shape. "One... two... three!" She stopped suddenly, swaying in place at the sudden change of momentum, and threw out a hand. She made a perfect cast with Celastrina's Fishing Rod into the pond.
Morgana wasn't unhinged, she was just uninhibited. It was fun to play a villain on UNOVR, which (in her opinion) lacked suitably villainous NPCs. The amount of damage she could do was limited since, of course, you couldn't actually steal players' items or Pokemon without making a trade request, and PVP was strictly disallowed. She couldn't even pull the Sword-Art-Online strategy of knocking someone out and using their finger to access their UI while they were unconscious - players de-spawned immediately after whiting out. Why did there have to be shrines everywhere? It was ruining her mojo.
"So back to the story," Bergamot said, barely watching as Celestrina successfully netted a large and suspiciously dingy Mantyke. "I'd almost finished telling the joke I just told you when I heard a sound. It sounded like, choo! Choo!"
She pitched her voice in a high, sweet tone, like a child imitating a train. "Why, I was terrified, of course, so I summoned my most powerful Mudkip to fight it. Then, before I could even cry 'Tackle'— oh, I have a bite!"
Morgana reeled suddenly (and literally) as she felt a tug on the other end of the fishing rod. "This rod is quite good quality. Is it the default?" She spun the reel and pulled in the most magnificent [Bigness]yd4Kajfv1d100 [Description]1d90 [Blarney]1d100 you'd ever seen. 1d100·1d90·1d100
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Bergamot Gristleborg
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Muddy Girl
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Mar 10, 2023 22:10:42 GMT 9
"Eeeeek! A snake!" Bergamot screamed girlishly, clutching her cheeks with both hands in a brilliant imitation of the classic painting The Scream (or that's what she thought it was called, anyway).
When nobody came running to her rescue, Bergamot gave up pretending to be afraid of the hanging vines and looked around herself instead, actually taking stock of her surroundings. They'd reached the upper canopy of the Tree of Worms already, and the fresh air felt fresh and airy on her face.
Morgana reached up and tugged on one of the vines. It held.
"O...ho...ho..."
Her delightful laughter warned that she was about to do something genius, and with a flash of blue skirts, Bergamot was halfway up the vine. "Now, swing me, Senga!"
She released a female Meowstic, a psychic-type from Kalos, and the cat waved a handful of anchovies at her agreeably before using its psychic powers to send the vine swinging.
"This tree is mine!" Bergamot laughed victoriously before running face-first into a flying Pidgey. NEXT PROMPT (44): [Tower] MfRD8KBd1-501-50
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Bergamot Gristleborg
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Mar 8, 2023 16:05:37 GMT 9
Morgana rose to her feet like a reborn zombie, filled with the electric energy of the shrine. Her pupils dilated, her heart stuttered in her chest, and her lips drew back to show her teeth.
Her gaze swept the yellow grasses like lasers, leaving swathes of gray stone in its path. "Ha! Revived," she said smugly, then looked up.
She'd been afraid to see what had happened of the Duraludon, but she was even more surprised to see her view obstructed. Crimson clouds boiled and scudded overhead as she looked over the bulk of a Gigantimax Pikachu. Its back currently faced her, striped with brown and yellow like giant scars.
"Oh, boo," Bergamot uttered, cross. How was she supposed to top that? And she did remember that big Pikachu from the Round 2 party, now that she thought about it. Drunk as she had been at the time.
As the Electro Ball spun through the air, Bergamot dusted off her skirts and recalled her Salandit. She had a new crony now, and her name was Yggy Br00ks.
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Bergamot Gristleborg
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Mar 7, 2023 22:37:39 GMT 9
"Oh for fuck's sake," Bergamot said, sitting up as lightning lanced through her blood, summoning her back from the brink of the Everworld.
Who would have thought Crony 2012, her carefully selected poison-type for this steel-type Duraludon battle, could have fainted so easily? The Duraludon must have packed quite a punch to actually knock them out, especially with the Giant Shrine so close.
Morgana took stock of herself. She was flat on her back in the dirt. Nearby, the male Salandit was also stirring, looking dazed from whatever enormous attack had pulverized it to begin with.
And the Duraludon?
She was almost afraid to look.
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Mar 5, 2023 21:01:21 GMT 9
Morgana disguised her ineptitude by laughing triumphantly. "Ohohoho! You're starting to catch on," she said, tone dropping to a low, sinister murmur.
Actually, she'd just forgotten Salandit's ability (which usually allowed to to poison steel-types despite their immunity - corrosion? Something like that) didn't work on UNOVR, so she was simultaneously smarter than she looked and also dumber than she was pretending to be. "I've tricked you into assisting me in a hopeless battle, Yiggy Brooooooks." She pronounced it the way it was spelled.
Her eyes shone. "So what are you going to do?" The challenge was unmistakable. "Fight me? Fight the machine? You and your Pokemon are helpless in the face of my treachery." Actually, the blonde's ground-type Sandile unmistakably had the advantage here, but Morgana pretended that wasn't true. "Face it, foolish trainer. You've fallen right. Into. My. Trap."
<Ssssneee...>
"Use Poison Gas again, Crony 2012!" Bergamot raised her voice, deviant, defiant. "Hoho! I'll teach you to order me around."
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Mar 5, 2023 20:27:28 GMT 9
Morgana arrived with no shortage of flair. The trees groaned, seeming to part before her evil and villainous silhouette. Evergreen boughs on either side of the path seemed to bow before her as their needles turned to stone before her eyes. At last, the mists cleared, and a triumphant (for some reason) girl with a big forehead was revealed. Under one arm she held the symbol of True Wealth: a Rare Gold Calico Magikarp. It stared ahead of itself, numb and sightless as a plastic replica.
"I have three questions for you!" she announced without any lead-up, pointing directly at the blonde child Celastrina Nestlewood.
"One! What's your favorite fish Pokemon?"
"Two! What are your thoughts on marriage?"
"And three! Did you bring a Fishing Rod? Because mine is broken."
Morgana flaunted her broken rod like a pair of nunchucks, unaware of Celestrina's cunning plan to use a net instead. "The tale of how it broke is harrowing," she said, though nobody had asked anything, and narrowed her eyes. "Are you sure you want to hear it? Well, if you insist."
She sat down on a rock, crossing her legs and placing the motionless Magikarp on its side in her lap. Bergamot made it her job in this game to be much more annoying than any mandatory cutscene. "It's simple. I was in the middle of telling the Longest Joke in the World when it happened- oh, have you heard the joke?"
In the depths of the pond, a dark shape swam back and forth, drawn by the sound of the voices above it. A neat net toss would surely trap it nicely... {FISHING CODE}[s][i]There's a [*Bigness][*roll range="1d100"] [*Description][*roll range="1d90"] [*Blarney][*roll range="1d100"] on the line![/i][/s]
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Bergamot Gristleborg
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Muddy Girl
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Mar 5, 2023 14:26:53 GMT 9
"I don't know you at all," Bergamot declared boldly, tossing her hair. "But the hills know my name is Bergamot Gristleborg." She attempted to smirk, a ridiculous expression on anyone but especially Morgana, and ruined the moment further by staggering in place as Duraludon struck the ground with both warhammer hands. Ripples spread from the impact, causing the earth between her feet to shake and sway.
The Ember had barely done anything to the dragon's metallic hide. In hindsight, Bergamot supposed a few stray sparks wouldn't do much to a car, or a refrigerator, or anything else tough and insulated. It was probably more like grinding black pepper on someone who was mildly allergic. (This was just a hypothesis, as Chryssa had never encountered anyone who had this particular skin allergy.)
"Use Poison Gas!" Bergamot declared, forgetting the rules of Pokémon in favor of move variety. Crony 2012 knew better, but what kind of evil minion would he be if he didn't go along with whatever his master told him?
Flame licked around the reptile's thin snout, then guttered and sniffed out. With a squeaky wheeze, dark smoke poured out instead, billowing towards Duraludon. The steel-type swatted it away, annoyed.
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Mar 3, 2023 11:38:29 GMT 9
With the Giant Shrine still crackling nearby, Bergamot had the utmost confidence in her chosen battler. Crony 2012 was a weak, slithering little skink more at home in a den of snakes than on the open plains, but even a male Salandit could win against a Duraludon in the right setting.
That setting was the Giant Shrine.
Morgana's easy landmark had unwittingly been turned into her advantage. As far as she knew, the shrine only healed players' Pokemon, not wild ones - though she'd seen wild Pokemon gathered around there at times. Perhaps they were just curious, or worshipping in their own way.
Either way, she had this in the bag.
As the beam attack hit Salandit, the Giant Shrine also flared, sending an opposite charge the other direction. Both forces crashed on Salandit, ringing the startled lizard Pokemon in blue and orange light as the two forces fought to equalize in its slithery little body.
<Gnehhh??!>
"Ohohoho! You'll have to do better than that!" Bergamot cried as the blue light won out. Static played across Salandit's body as its pupils dilated, body supercharged by the nearby Shrine's power. "Use..." She realized she had no clue what moves Salandit had. The usual 'bubblebeam' or 'water gun' she could generally rely on was unlikely here.
"Use Ember!"
Crony skittered forward, embers flying from his narrow snout. Bergamot wanted to cackle at her success, but restrained herself. She was trying to limit herself to just one cackle per minute.
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Mar 3, 2023 11:25:41 GMT 9
Unfortunately for Duraludon, the battle took place at the Giant Shrine.
"Don't worry, Crony," Bergamot said calmly, standing on the crest of the hill. Her hair whipped behind her as the storm crackled overhead. There was a flash, and a single fork of lightning stabbed down, drawn immediately to the Giant Shrine's imposing spire. Static crackled in the air, sweet as ozone.
"We're invincible."
Duraludon's beam attack hit at the same time the Giant Shrine 's power activated. Bergamot's Salandit was engulfed by two sources of light and power- one healing, one destructive. Two poles, positive and negative. But which would win out?
The Giant Shrine, of course.
It was immense. It was incomparable. To Duraludon, the Giant Shrine was a skyscraper, and the dragon-type Pokemon was just a tin can tossed in the dirt.
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Mar 2, 2023 23:29:44 GMT 9
Lightning flickered in the clouds above, illuminating the Steppes with pale, flickering light. The scenic vista looked like an old television screen from here, its picture stobing messily before resuming its normal broadcast of yellow grass, rolling hills, and daggerlike steel spires.
In the distance, one of those spires moved.
Morgana made fake binoculars with her hands to zoom in on the moving spire. "I do believe we have a Duraludon in our sights," she drawled to herself, putting on her airy southern debutante voice for the occasion. Jackpot. Professor Ash would pay big BYTES for one of those monstrosities, and Morgana herself had no particular interest in owning one (mostly due to the fact Sarah Lee already flaunted one).
But as it drew near, the girl in the blue dress realized she was in a predicament. What's strong against Steel? she thought. FIre, was the obvious answer, but unlike the aforementioned Sarah Lee, Bergamot was no Kindler. Well, she had briefly dabbled in it for the sake of spite and memery, but she really wasn't.
Just a moment. I do have a fire-type.
Eyes alight with pre-celebratory triumph, Bergamot threw out a Pokeball. "Go, my crony!"
Crony 2012 the male Salandit, materialized in the grass. He was squat, lizardy, and about a foot tall.
The Duraludon, on the other hand, was the size of an airstream camper. Particularly when it hit the ground on all four legs-- still well out of their range-- and began charging a beam attack.
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Mar 2, 2023 23:13:44 GMT 9
Half an hour later, Bergamot realized she was walking in circles.
I'm sure I've seen that spire before, she thought, frowning at the jagged spear of metal. There was a large dent in one side. Isn't that where Jack tackled the Magnemite? She'd been here before. In fact, she'd started her journey wandering in this direction.
Shaking out her shirtsleeves, Bergamot pulled up her map, narrowing her eyes. I should have been heading directly North. What happened? She hadn't been watching her minimap religiously, but she shouldn't have doubled back like that. Had there been a glitch?
I remember when we used to be able to report those. C0D13 would scan your noseprint and enact his most recently updated version of justice. One year later and Hydance were still trying to get away with calling bugs 'features' and denying any responsibility.
There was one easy way she could think of to keep her way: find a landmark. With an active flag on her minimap, she should have no difficulty telling which direction she was headed in.
The Giant Shrine should do.
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Mar 2, 2023 0:11:26 GMT 9
Baaaaaa!
Bleating caused her to look up. A flock of Mareep were gathered at the top of the hill, spread out in a dark, ruffled shadow along the crest of the hill. Their ball-shaped tails arched high, anticipating the coming storm. She could see blue-white static crackling in the air.
"Not today, Satan!" Bergamot cried cheerfully, shaking one fist at the walking petting zoo, and pressed further to the North.
She was looking for something.
Something strange. Something sinister. Something human-shaped and long as a shadow, but white as dirty laundry. Something that wiggled in the plains like a worm, and which drove you mad to look at.
Morgana had been reading too much Japanese Creepypasta recently. Nevertheless, it drove her onwards.
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Feb 26, 2023 14:16:05 GMT 9
She quested North, through winding switchback trails and pillars of sharpened steel, eyes fixed on faraway places.
It got colder as she went. Even with her settings on reduced, she felt her legs grow leaden. The Steppes were temperate, the air charged with perpetual electricity and the ground dusty. Birds flocked in distant clouds overhead, outracing the storm.
"This is epic," Bergamot murmured, and forced herself to walk on.
She wished she had a Ride Pokemon. She'd been confused when the Saddle system first came out- previously in the Beta, there had been nothing in place to stop her from floating, flying, or being carried by any Pokemon she wished. Now, fully exploring the Steppes for the first time, she understood why.
She could go anywhere. Do anything. The only obstacle was time and distance.
And cold.
Perhaps it was just her imagination, but it felt colder as she pressed on. Towards the northern point of the map. Towards the strange, shadowy peaks on the horizon. Towards the Corruption Zone.
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Feb 26, 2023 13:02:16 GMT 9
"I crave Magnemite," Bergamot declared loudly, perhaps to inspire Jack to fight his best. "I covet its shiny body and magnet-shaped hands. Bring it to me!"
"Peep peep?"
"Yes, really. This Magnemite is everything. Your new playmate. Your new savior."
"Peep..."
"Yes, it can be both. Anyway, isn't it in Tackle range now?"
It was, and Jack's increased confusion about why Morgana wanted a Magnemite and what its future role would be on her team seemed to have stabilized his dizziness and probably-concussion. With a mighty peep, the amphibian bunched his legs and leapt into the air, paws outstretched to tackle the floating steel-type to the ground.
As for Morgana...
Call it terrible of her, but knowing Ash wanted these things made her want one. Perhaps that psychology was too simple, but there was a reason Morgana had never contributed to a single Story Quest. Bergamot didn't work for other people. She worked for herself.
"Huzzah! Splendid, Jack," she said, doing her best golf clap. "Yet another minion to walk beside me..."
"Peep..."
"I know it doesn't have legs, Jack, I'm not blind."
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