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Post by Kazuki on Jul 2, 2023 19:09:31 GMT 9
Today, there is no stampede, no shattering earth or the roar of battle. He’s sitting in a field, the majority of his pokemon off training or bickering with each other a ways off, leaving him to fumble through his current task.
This current and very important task, that he has to take with the fine motor skills of a porcelain seller. He has a brush he took from Verai—a pink one with a paw print design that was apparently integral to use—and is doing his damndest not to fuck up.
Sprigatito purrs as the brush runs through his fur, undoing the many tangles that have accumulated in the long strands. He’s lying in Kazuki’s lap like a blanket. His coat has returned to a minty hue after Kazuki’s last foray into Mistra. <More to the left! You’re missing the spot!> he chirps, making consistent demands and pointing out mistakes with extreme prejudice, because apparently Verai has spoiled him rotten with his grooms.
Well, he’s turned rotten by Kazuki’s hand too, and that’s why the man holds his tongue and does as asked, until all of Sprigatito’s fur shines under the sun.
And it’s… a relief that he has his energy back. For a long time, it seemed as if he’d beaten the game’s rules and sat by death’s door. The fact he hasn’t fallen back into a deep sleep is itself a reward for the horrors Kazuki experienced at Mistra.
Now for the hard part.
While Sprigatito stays distracted, pawing a dead blade of grass, Kazuki takes out a small pair of pruning shears. He tries to bring it quietly to Sprigatito, but the kitten’s ear twitches, and he turns his big pink eyes at the thing before it touches him.
<Hey! What is that!> he hisses, about to hop away but Kazuki’s other hand grabs hold of him under his belly like a football.
“They’re pruning shears. I need to trim your roots.” The roots that have sprouted all over Sprigatito’s body, jutting and gnarled, thick and thin. Many of them camouflage into his fur reminiscent of wavy matting, while others, especially the strands growing from his legs, dangle long onto the ground like vines.
<Trim?! I don’t want a trim! I want brush! ONLY brush!> Sprigatito throws his head back and wails. <ONLYYYY BRUUUUSHHHH!>
“Stop crying! It’s just a trim! You’re not turning bald—“
<YOU’RE TURNING ME BALD?> Sprigatito begins to cry harder, flailing in Kazuki’s hand.
“For the love of—“
<WAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!>
Kazuki doesn’t know when the cat had learned to be so loud. Too much time with Kitten, likely. He struggles to wrestle Sprigatito with one hand, his other hand shaking as he tries very hard not to accidentally hurt the pokemon as he aims for the overgrowth. For the first time, he regrets having missed Verai’s stupid cat care lessons in favor of running from the police.
Snip! Snip! Snip!
It takes the better part of half an hour before the quick trim is done. By the end of it, his arms are sore and bearing a wealth of claw and bite marks, and both of them are exhausted. Sprigatito refuses to meet his eyes, betrayed as he lays half on the ground and half over Kazuki’s foot.
<Why?> he sobs.
Kazuki snorts, picking the roots off him. “You’ll move better this way for the raid. And I can’t let you set yourself on fire.”
That gets his attention. The kitten’s head swivels around. <Fire?>
“I’m getting you something to turn you into a fire type. You won’t be weak against flying moves—“
<Does that mean I get to do fireballs? Like what Kitten does!?> His eyes are shining.
“No.” The kitten deflates. “Not yet. But you’ll be able to play with Kitten without turning into a bonfire.”
Sprigatito springs up to his feet, and then takes a victory leap into the air, kicking Kazuki in the face by accident. <HOORAY!>
SPRIGATITO'S RARITY INCREASED BY +5 (VERY RARE)
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Post by Kazuki on Jul 1, 2023 17:28:46 GMT 9
Again, the answer Domino gives is not an answer. It’s delivered well, in even tones that align with the composed veteran Kazuki had met, but he’s seen through the cracks. His eyes catch the way she recoils, her steps pulled, a flicker in her bright eyes, a brief but clear sign of fear.
And it brings him to himself, amplifies his awareness of his own skin – this virtual skin that he’s fashioned after his real self. It’s a sight he’s all too familiar with. A sight he sees every time he leaves in public: people pulling away, mothers cradling their children, the derisive eyes of officers and the elderly. And how could anyone blame them? How else are you supposed to react to someone when you’re faced with this much anger from a man built to fight?
He unclenches his jaw as if taking a wrench to an industrial bolt. The aura of death under his feet claws at the earth as he pulls away, stepping until the pieces of Domino’s kaleidoscopic aura are entirely out of reach.
The Charizard looks ready to kill him. Domino looks done. He is, too.
“It won’t come off. I’ve tried.” Cygnus. Beams. Sure.
It’s gibberish, of course, but even if Domino had provided him a perfect step-by-step of how to cure himself and his pokemon, it’s unlikely to reach Kazuki at all.
He shouldn’t have placed so much trust in someone he barely knows.
“Leave, then.” His eyes move down to his arms and Sprigatito, or what it’s supposed to be. To Domino, he’s just color. “I shouldn’t have called for you.”
He pivots on his heel and continues walking into Mistra on his own, the screaming wall of corroded pixels enveloping him like a curtain, the light that calls now all that’s left.
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Post by Kazuki on Jul 1, 2023 16:03:28 GMT 9
Although Mudsdale had emerged from Bunya’s lab relatively unharmed, there had been a prominent change.
Kazuki can’t deny it, amused as he follows the race taking place. He’s never seen her this competitive. The identical Mudsdale twins are stampeding across the open plain, leaving flattened land and a slip n’ slide’s worth of oil. It’s disruptive; the smaller wild pokemon are getting stuck in the tar, while the bigger ones are slipping around uncontrollably. A Duraludon goes skating into a nearby tree.
None of it gets in the way of the competitors, however. They’re galloping so close to each other that they’re bashing together with every step. One horse slams the side of her head against the other and receives the same hit in turn. Their goopy ink manes mold together, turning them into a hurtling tanker truck.
<Move. You’re in my way.>
<Bold words from little miss tartar sauce.>
They’ve made it to the side of a rocky hill. Kazuki vaults over a boulder, whistling high for a good while, before he kicks a loose rock from the peak. It snowballs quickly, a landslide coming to rush down on the racing track.
The warning signal has given them just barely enough time to prepare. Both Mudsdale slam down their hooves at full force, charging everything under their feet and punching a hole through the veil of debris. They burst out of the rocky area.
Kazuki is already ahead, waiting by a stone arc that they’ve marked as the finish line. He raises his arm as the horses approach, waving it down as they crash through.
“It’s a tie!”
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Post by Kazuki on Jun 30, 2023 22:19:50 GMT 9
Verai approaches, and despite the sickness that continues to wrack him, Kazuki feels calm, as if the knots in his body have unwound. This is because he knows the man would not hesitate to subdue whatever threats come this way, whether it’s him or something else.
Funny question, though.
“It’s just a flesh wound,” Kazuki croaks, pausing for another retching fit before he continues. “I look like I got chewed up and spat out. Better not touch me.”
For once, he’s grateful the man can’t see him. There’s no denying it’s blood, though. The substance pouring out of his wounds has the look and consistency of tar, but it’s got this heated metal tinge to it—boiling plasma. Melted flesh.
Listless eyes move to notice Verai's company, the absol that stares at him as if she can look inside him, at what lies underneath. Exactly why he chose her. "And you finally left the cat out. See? Told you it would be useful."
He lays his head down on the stone that surrounds the pit. It's cold. Refreshing. He concentrates on the sound of the shrine's humming, wondering why he continues to bleed. "Man... what the hell? Why isn't this thing healing me? Do I have to pray to it now or some shit..."
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Post by Kazuki on Jun 30, 2023 19:35:12 GMT 9
The earth shakes. A crater is punctured into the ground, its heart stabbed by a massive, crude spear tip. It lifts, carrying with it chunks of rock and shedding a rain of oxide.
Not a moment to lose. Kazuki bolts forward, his skin already ablaze as he prepares his next attack.
There is no missing in UNOVR. The steel behemoth twists, lashing his body at the oncoming hit.
Kazuki’s flaming knuckles collide not with a creaking hull, but instead with a clump of overgrowth. The damp moss extinguishes the flame and absorbs the worst of the impact. Tangles of seaweed cling to his arm like chains, pulling him in, and as he moves to rip himself free, Steelix pivots.
He’s launched through the air.
Cursing, flailing for a few precious seconds, his hand slaps the belt around his waist, its diadem glowing as it activates. In a fine display of acrobatics, he throws his legs forwards, flipping himself until his momentum leads him to wind his arms and throw them on the ground like double mallets.
The explosion that sounds propels him right back to his pokemon.
It’s a violent collision. This time, he hits hull, and Steelix’s rusted metal body keens with pain. A symphony of screeching and clanking as his parts scrape together, an abandoned wreckage fighting against the tide to save the captain who has chosen to join the waves with it.
Kazuki opens his eyes, lying atop his pokemon. He looks up and sees Steelix’s tail poised over his head protectively, shielding him from the parts that dislodge from its body and fall to the ground under them.
Kazuki snorts. “I beat your ass, but you took the win. You’re gonna beat the horse at tanking at this rate.”
There’s a sound like a rattling motor and Kazuki raises a brow in concern as he stands up. He knows his pokemon looks like this post-infection, but did it work like a literal ship? Did it need maintenance?
“Ow! Fuck, hey, back off!” he hisses as a keel cuts the skin of his cheek.
It’s there that he realizes the thing can not only nuzzle, but purr.
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Post by Kazuki on Jun 30, 2023 8:51:22 GMT 9
White hot pain sears across his skin as if he’s trying to walk into a furnace, his steps forced back because just being around her turns into an insufferable affair. They are unable to bridge the gap any further, Kazuki oblivious to his discordant colors, Domino with the strength of her aura. But it’s only Kazuki who tried to step forwards.
His throat tightens as she speaks, as she reaches for her Charizard with a gentle hand, not even bothering to look at the cat withering before her eyes. For a man who had spent a better part of his game enacting the same cruelty, he’s stumped to find it thrown back in his face.
She says his name—the stupid joke-nickname his roommate had given to him, “Because she’s a better fighter!”—and he can’t stand the sound of it. And he can’t stand the answer she provides despite having asked for it and having known the basic concept in his gut. Having it verbalized is only another nail in the coffin.
“I know that already!” he hisses. “How can I use any of that to fix this? Anything that you’ve said!” A lot of people really like horror games, don’t they? Never has the urge to attack been stronger, and perhaps if he wasn’t cradling Sprigatito, he would have right then.
The realization douses him like cold water.
“You’re not going to help me.”
The words slip hushed from his mouth. He doesn’t see how the pixels have already mangled Sprigatito and his avatar to incomprehensibility. How the aura of death under his ankles pushes on to eat, to cannibalize like termites, exploiting every nook and cranny that Domino's light cannot touch.
“You’re not going to help me, are you?”
He had tried to solve the infection on his own, failed, and reached for help.
And his salvation had spat in his face.
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Post by Kazuki on Jun 30, 2023 0:42:33 GMT 9
Well. This is a development.
Kazuki watches his pokemon. It’s been a hot minute since they stopped to camp like this, and in wake of recent events and the upcoming raid, this godforsaken team is in desperate need of a debrief. “Right, so… Horse, meet Horse 2.” He gestures vaguely because it’s nigh impossible to decipher who is who since they’re perfect copies.
Mudsdale snorts loudly, smiling all smug at her new twin, who glares at her in turn. After the initial shock of her transformation, Mudsdale has made peace with her new circumstances, the same way she’s made peace with life as Kazuki’s pokemon in general. Her bullheadedness is her greatest trait, despite being a horse.
Kazuki’s just glad they aren’t squabbling. Epic as it may be to watch two 8-foot horses duke it out, the clean-up just wouldn’t be worth it. “Both of you get along, this addition has cost me.” He’s sitting on a boulder so as not to drown under the pools of tar his corrupted pokemon generate, hunched forwards with his hands tented over his mouth as he stares them both down like a disappointed father. Bunya’s inyavoice had indeed arrived, and between that and his recent raid expenses, Kazuki has about two dozen pieces of lint to his name.
<Hey, asshole! You're costing us the environment!>
Buizel calls from the side, where the rest of his horrific individually-mangled team all perch on Steelix’s back to avoid the sea of boiling oil. Steelix is taking to his job as a raft quite candidly, but he’s got a withering look pointed at Gyarados, who is also lying in the tar and not-so-subtly making beggy eyes at him, as if he could lift him out of the muck too.
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Post by Kazuki on Jun 29, 2023 1:52:24 GMT 9
When he opens his eyes, the first thing he sees is mist.
Fear seizes him for a moment until he realizes the wisps aren’t clinging to his skin. They brush past him, harmless and aimless, gentle stratus clouds.
He breathes out—
and fucks up, immediately.
Nausea surges from the pit of his gut like a geyser, propelling him off the cold stone. He crawls, hands and knees scraping as impulse guides him to sanctuary.
At last, he’s close enough to grab the edges of the pit, leaning until his hair dangles over the abyss. To hell with blasphemy—he heaves as if recovering from every hangover known to mankind.
It's by Hydance’s sheer grace that player characters don’t actually have stomachs, and that Kazuki rarely eats in UNOVR, Wiley's Wing Shack-be-damned. He fails to turn the shrine into a porcelain bowl, instead hacking pure air as the abyss hums around his audacity.
Deep breaths. It takes a good few minutes before he calms himself down from the body tremors, wiping spit from his mouth.
He stops. The back of his hand has a black smudge. His entire arm, and a vast chunk of his body in fact, bear deep lacerations and punctures, as if he decided to switch careers and Bear Grylls into a crocodile’s mouth. The wounds are one thing though.
Every opening is bleeding darkness, a veritable oil spill over his skin. He looks over his shoulder to the direction he left and finds it marked with a slug’s trail of the inexplicable substance.
And also, a familiar face.
“… 'Sup.” He's grinning, a chuckle lodged in his chest where his lungs feel full. It's laughter for life's exquisite comedic timing and for earth-shattering relief.
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Post by Kazuki on Jun 29, 2023 0:59:14 GMT 9
Confusion paints his features as she mentions something starting. Looking around reveals nothing particularly amiss; in fact, the place is almost eerily safe. Not a single wisp of that accursed fog that had swallowed him last time.
An answer isn’t needed. Domino quickly pieces together the picture, and the word–Parasite–bears its own sting.
“Once. I’ve only been here one other time.” Sprigatito whines as his arms tighten around him, frustration kept at bay by the sensation of soft fur. It’s a little damp, a little sticky–as if he’s holding moss instead of a kitten.
He hates the way she had said it, as if he had gone out of his way to do this. It’s all a mistake. It’s all because of that disgusting son of a bitch with the goat horns that he’s witnessing the deterioration of his starter and the birth of these impulses he hadn’t asked for.
Behind his back, the air cools and saturates with geosmin like the call of a storm. His eyes are set on her, zeroed in on the prismatic lighthouse. He does not see how the riot of color contorting Sprigatito into malformed visual data slowly seeps across his arms, turning handmade tattoos into twitching stencils.
“You didn’t answer me. What’s happening? Why is this happening?” His anger carries him forwards, to her. “How could anyone consider this fun?!”
The ground under his feet bears a radius of parasitic aura, where even the slightest hint of fertility in the dry soil becomes null. He steps forwards, and the proximity leads the radius to collide straight with the kaleidoscopic shards dancing by Domino’s feet.
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Post by Kazuki on Jun 28, 2023 13:14:11 GMT 9
“Yeah, so, I woke up and it just. Stopped.”
Kazuki stands in Bunya’s lab, rolling the vial containing a corruption sample in his hand. Bandages have been wrapped haphazardly and tightly over his body to cover severe injuries, clearly in need of changing, but strangely enough, the gauze isn’t stained red or brown. It’s pitch black, as if dipped in ink.
His eyes are not on the pint-sized doctor but instead on the reflective surface of the experimentation chamber, as if ensuring that he’s still in one piece. The injuries are irritating, but he’s seen what happens when he lets the wounds flow, and he’d rather keep that shit plugged up before whatever’s inside him gets any funny ideas- assuming it’s still in there.
It should be. Or maybe reaching Tier 5 is what kills it?
“No more voices. And I didn’t even need any dewormers,” Kazuki snorts, proud to know he’d been right. He didn’t need any help. He had solved it just by following his gut.
“Anyway, this is the stuff you were asking for, right?” He can’t resist shaking the vial out of her reach, because she’s got to be the shortest NPC he’s met so far, and he’s curious if she has cat reflexes.
Upon learning about the experiment needing volunteers, however, he seems to pause. His mind immediately latches onto the image of a sleeping kitty face getting shot into the shadow realm, and the option is met with a deep mental NO.
“You’ve only been trying it on small subjects. Try something huge. Like a horse.”
He sends out his Mudsdale—"What the fuck?!"—who lands in a splash of tar. The mud around her hooves has come to resemble liquid asphalt, and even her mane now flops, limp and heavy and jet black over her head. Her body feels unbalanced. She looks like she's melting.
Mudsdale winces, spitting on the ground a fresh puddle of tar. She's never been an emotive pokemon, but it's clear she's distressed, her two sets of eyes flitting in a panic between her new body and the humans nearby.
Kazuki has stepped back, evading the tar splash by seconds. He knew his pokemon had been changing since he was infected, but the difference before and after his sudden jump in class stages is staggering.
"... Do you have any Ivermectin in those pockets?" is what eventually slips out of his mouth.
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Post by Kazuki on Jun 28, 2023 8:06:42 GMT 9
#s://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/847006452118978590/1118597088075321376/parasite2.png A beggar’s hand extends a feeble prayer, yet what burns in the lamb’s eyes is far from a cry of mercy. The boiling offal welcomes his offering. It can scent the hunger that enshrouds him, the rage that harkens to half its own becoming: like smoke from a wildfire, like the artificial sting of ink.
“There will come the day that your eyes will open to what you had reached for.” Seven eyes, seven horns, seven rows of smiling teeth; a mechanical, guttural churns from its great throat, of which Lacrimosa can only brush his remaining fingertips against. “To Know, after all, is an act of consequence.”
The bells now toll. Within it lies vast emptiness; its guts have disintegrated in the effort to feed the casing. It has siphoned its Host and the chosen vermin for every last drop of life. Holes rip across its skin in a trypophobic nightmare, the honeycomb lesions glinting white with their own fangs.
“I accept your offering.”
Until all that bares down on Lacrimosa is a thousand maws. He is a spot of blood in a lake of starving leeches. He is the golden idol to the audience. He is all that matters in the world.
“In turn, accept my blessing. It is only right, after such brazen displays of devotion.” After all, what’s one more trip to hell? What’s one last supper?
“Let us feast, La-cri-mo-sa.”
It tears him to shreds.
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Post by Kazuki on Jun 28, 2023 1:19:27 GMT 9
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Post by Kazuki on Jun 28, 2023 0:54:55 GMT 9
#s://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/847006452118978590/1118597088075321376/parasite2.png It does not laugh. It does not hum. It chews on his words, his vow dressed in platitudes, as its skin sloughs off its body to gnaw through fabric, flesh, and femur. “Scorched earth cannot bear fruit, but a pyre creates the brightest flame. Write your Word upon the ashes, be unchanging.”
A lamentation as bone-snapping cracks sound, its ribs creaking as it pulls itself apart further, sucking Kazuki into the tar, ivory dragging over stained skin. It could have been this: weaker flesh for an open door. It could have been a lamb on an altar, a willing sacrifice, instead of insolence that squanders all its gifts.
But it had not wrenched itself from a screaming oblivion to be defeated by fate’s hand.
“My Host is well on his way to ruin. In the next hour, I will lay to rest, and from my cadaver, he will find power. From that power, he will find truth. Both will end him. You are the coup de grâce.”
Its chest snaps shut with the force of a sarcophagus. Its form bubbles and convulses, as if trying to swallow the contents down. It can feel itself being torn apart from the inside. The features baring down on Lacrimosa shift uncontrollably: seven eyes, seven horns, a spasm of jaw. Death rattling the doors.
“Now pray. Pray to the fire. What do you seek, lamb?”
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Post by Kazuki on Jun 26, 2023 20:01:29 GMT 9
“Today is the day, bitch,” Kazuki says, flicking the sunglasses perched on top of his head down until they obscure his eyes, glinting in the harsh light of the sun.
He is putting his foot down. He grabbing life by the reins.
Life attempts to spit in his face, barely missing. A clump of bubbling tar forms a puddle on the ground. This is far worse than when she spat mud.
“Damn it Horse, I am not fucking around!” He yanks again, but she has finally reached her final form of an immovable object. Like a carnival ride demanding a second coin. Also, she weighs two thousand pounds. The reins he had nonconsensually borrowed (stolen) from a cowboy NPC pull taut as Mudsdale continues chewing the tar in her mouth like cud.
“You are going on that track, and you are going to learn to be a ride animal!” Sure, he still had to fit her with a saddle, but what’s the point of saddling a horse that would definitely hoof him in the face the moment he dismounts? He figured letting her see how much the Ponytas enjoyed running would give her the motivation she needs, but just arriving at the track is taking a century and a half.
A century and a half later and they do arrive at the paddock, just in time to see a Mudbray prance over the fence, and what looks to be her trainer smacking face-first into a mud puddle.
Kazuki bursts into unabashed laughter, being a shithead fueled by schadenfreude. “That is hilarious.” He scrunches up his nose as Killian raises his head, still grinning. “Do you even know what’s in that puddle? You're dirty as fuck, kid. Gross!”
Mudsdale’s eyes are locked on the runaway Mudbray. She pivots, hitting the gas and moving at the speed of a revved motorbike as she hurries to chase and corner the youngling before she gets herself hurt. In doing so, the reins in Kazuki’s hand are pulled with the force of a 16-wheeler, and he’s sent hurtling straight into the mud Killian is lying on. The tar that constantly drips from her hooves also go spilling onto both men as she leaves them in the dust.
“Furghblging Hrwurblgh,” bubbles Kazuki, his face planted in the large puddle. He raises his head and the glasses on his face flop down, leaving only his squinting eyes visible. The rest of him is a dripping blanket of tar and mud.
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Post by Kazuki on Jun 26, 2023 17:01:15 GMT 9
Kazuki is pleasantly surprised to find he’s correct. The law student fills him in on details. “Man, I don’t regret passing up college,” he chuckles. “It sounds like you’re in for it, lawbot.” Suddenly, the decision to fish at a church well makes a little more sense. People do weird shit when they’re stressed.
The conversation moves on to the benefits of UNOVR, namely the escapism and freedom. Kazuki hums. “That’s assuming it doesn’t have any connections to your actual life. There’s a ton of people running around with their kids.” He raises a brow at Genesis. “And if you’ve made your avatar too close to your face, it’s a dead giveaway.”
Unless you appear on television. Then nobody will be able to believe anything you say.
His grip on the fishing pole tightens as he feels it tug. Furrowing his brows, he gives it a pull thinking it’s a catch, only for the entire pole to dislodge from the well, being spat out in a harsh torrent of water that pours out like a shattered fire hydrant.
The ground trembles under a single loud force, a deep thump from underground.
“What–the fuck–?” It takes a second before everything calms, but the tremor repeats again a minute after. It’s going in perfectly-timed intervals, and with each thump, the stones holding the beloved wishing well together shake violently.
“Right, what was that about decision-making?” He looks down at the humble well and the vast amount of water it’s spewing, a complete impossibility unless the aquifer under their feet is truly that massive.
He puts away the fishing pole. The current is way too strong for them to use it to catch whatever’s gotten stuck in there. “Move over. I’m going to stick my arm in.”
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