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Post by Kazuki on Feb 1, 2024 3:44:00 GMT 9
“Let’s go to Mistra!” said Dr. Bunya, synonymous with “Let’s drink nyaundry detergent!”
And yet here Kazuki was, with the rest of the group volunteering to drink the fucking laundry detergent. At least he was wide awake, midnight in San Francisco meant 5PM in Sapporo, around the time he’d come back from training these days. His coach was still wary of granting extensions and kept his evenings free for rest.
No chance for that shit however, as Dr. Bunya quickly establishes her latent witch powers, total lack of breakthroughs with Corruption, and promptly teleports them into the thick of it.
They land.
Kazuki let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding.
It had been long enough since he visited Mistra, and though he’s met with older, deep-rooted forces in Ostellia, nothing quite compares. People were talking, huddling together or putting on brave faces, and all he could do was stare at his feet, shovel in a vice grip as he waited for the dead earth to swallow him whole. When it didn’t, he raised his head, intending to look no further than the horizon. He would not be drawn by whatever stirred in the sky again.
There was no horizon.
They were in a pit.
His instincts screamed against the thought of being cornered in Mistra, silenced only by the sound of the fizzing pop-up and a bastardized holiday jingle telling them to WATCH OUT. Every part of him was watching, actually—watching as if about to pop from the sockets.
He needed a distraction. Looking around, there were plenty of faces, many of them new—many of them very, very familiar.
He froze at the distant silhouettes of Lacrimosa and Domino, both unearthing memories that clawed up his spine—the former a perpetrator, the latter a victim. It was as if the world was asking a question: Do you want to be crushed by your rage, or your guilt?
The correct answer was of course, neither.
(Or perhaps both.)
“You’re looking a little too fucking happy for this,” he grunted as he approached Tuesday, deciding her to be the safest option despite being likely one of the greater evils. This one he had been able to meet in person, at least. “Never toured this part of hell before?”
Still not enough. He tossed out a ball, his Mudsdale landing heavily and crunching the soil under her hooves. In terms of digging, Steelix was superior, but he would also flatten the rest of the excavation into pancakes at the first sign of danger.
<Isn’t this the Mistra that Pansear warned us about? …You never do learn, do you?> Mudsdale drawled, spilling tar and oil from her corrupted mane as she dragged her hoof across the plane of bones and brittle.
“Neither have you, if you’re still yapping.” But she’s taking to this much better than expected, considering this was her first time. Kazuki motioned for a spot near him and Tuesday. “Horse, you’re pulling double duty. Help us dig and carry the fossils we find.”
In truth, she was pulling triple. The giant corrupted horse was the perfect blockade and distraction from people Kazuki should not be allowed to interact with, and anyone with half a brain cell would know better than to breach it.
MUDSDALE || 500/500 HP
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Post by Kazuki on Jan 31, 2024 3:51:38 GMT 9
“I just—”
“No, actually, tell me. What are you playing for?”
Kazuki was making a face like a fish out of water. He shut his mouth, feeling as if he was being slowly cooked alive. REN caught this immediately.
“Oh no. Kaz, are you...”
He averted his gaze, scowling hard at the sting of shame as REN managed to once again pick him apart and—
“Roleplaying?”
Wait—“What.”
REN’s screen flashed YIKES as they drew away from him as if electrified, and despite not having any facial features, he could practically feel the disgust radiating off the LCD. “Oh fucking hell, Kaz, no! No! Some forms of cringe should never be crossed! I can take the dog obsession, the tsundere antics, the maid outfit, and donning a fursuit to chase after your e-boyfriend, but I’m drawing the line at roleplay!”
Kazuki stared at them. And then he reached over.
“UNHAND ME,” REN screamed.
“Only when you start taking this seriously, you annoying little bastard!” Kazuki hissed, holding them pinned under his arm and crushing his knuckles against their robotic head.
“Fuck you, you’re smudging my screen!” They slammed their foot on his, at which point he finally let go, cursing, and they began fervently cleaning their face with wet wipes. “Bitch, you’re lucky you didn’t crack it!”
They got it clean enough eventually, at which point they straightened, brushing themselves down as if Kazuki carried fleas. “Hmph! Okay, you want advice? You want some simple instructions for your simpleass brain?”
Kazuki crossed his arms. “Yes. Clearly.”
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Post by Kazuki on Jan 30, 2024 23:54:39 GMT 9
“HI BITCH!”
Kazuki grimaced, watching as REN’s avatar strolled up to him in all their mecha-barefoot glory. “Where are your shoes?”
“Who does tutorials in sequence? Plus, this is more of a toes-out look,” REN chimed, knocking their glitzy robot head with a fist and flaring the collar of their suit. Even their gloves were a decadent, blinding gold. Dripped out only to the mid-ankle, where disturbingly fleshy feet existed. Hot pink toe nails, though.
“I hate it.”
“I know. Anyways!” REN clapped their hands together, and then held out their palm, the screen on their face flashing a happy ^w^ as they said, “Puzzle fee, pleeeaaase!”
Kazuki sighed, pulling up his inventory. “It wasn’t anything too fancy. She only gave us a cosmetic seal.” He took the MECHA SEAL out, tossing it to REN, whose head turned into a blaring Disney lights show.
“Oh fuck yes, I love this shit!” They whooped, slapping that bad boy like a lotto ticket as they pulled up the trade screen. “Pingu’s going to be ballin’, he’s going to be faded, he might even get Losterol! What do you want for it?”
Kazuki, ignoring the absolute gibberish they just spouted, flapped his hand. “You just started this account, right? Whatever you got. And—help me with a decision.”
“Build advice?”
“No, uh—fuck, morals, I guess?”
“Kaz, asking about morals? Never thought I’d see the day,” REN mimed sniffling with their nonexistent nose and tear ducts. “Well, I’m an influencer with an alleged criminal record, so I’ve basically got this in the bag. Ask away.”
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Post by Kazuki on Jan 30, 2024 23:42:03 GMT 9
As abysmal as Kazuki’s skills as an informant are, it seemed the professor understood his point, and he was satisfied with that.
And then she spoke of the rest.
It started simple enough. Pokémon rights. He listened while picking shards from his skin, flicking them on the floor. It was a point that couldn’t be debated; the cute and terrifying creatures they’ve been prancing with were capable of independence unlike any artificial life he’s ever encountered. He had spent over a year talking and training with his team; heard Zapdos beg for his life. Kazuki was a shit, but him being a shit to Pokémon was no different to him being a shit to people.
And what did that mean?
It meant they’ve been playing a glorified trafficking ring.
Fantastic.
He’s composed through the explanation of Plasma and his (and by extension, every trainer’s) inexplicable gift for forging bonds with Pokémon—although his team applied generous helpings of spite and morbid fascination in the art. If she had a solution for this mess, he would hear her out. The professor was clearly building to a point. It’s one that crept up on him.
It sank its teeth as soon as he met eyes with a familiar RUNERIGUS. The first Pokémon he ever met, and provoked.
He was silent as the demonstration unfolded, as the possibility of RUNERIGUS leaving came and went with efficient formality. Professor Ash went on to cite the departure of another Pokémon, one he’d never met, but whose presence she mourned.
And she was quiet. And he was quiet. And it was too fucking quiet.
Plink!
CHOOSE > JOIN PLASMA | > RESUME GAME
Something was scratching at the door. Kazuki got up, the professor said nothing, the pop-up followed him as he turned the knob.
<I am surrounded! By liars and fakes!> Waffle screamed, covered in Litten cat hair. He wailed, barreling into and clawing up Kazuki’s pant leg. <I couldn’t find Kitten anywhere! And they won’t share the big treat bags here because I’m not a member, and I can’t sign up for membership!>
Kazuki picked him up. “Why not?”
Waffle sniffled, pink eyes wet with unshed tears. <Because I’m too greeen!> He burst into tears, shoving his face against Kazuki’s neck. All Kazuki could really do was rub his back as you would a colic toddler, as Waffle continued crying over his nonexistent Clawsco membership.
And that was just it, wasn’t it?
Why the demonstration had killed a part of him.
He had already experienced this once. Having his Pokémon run away because of his mistakes, seeing them in someone else’s hands, and being told to his face that they wanted someone better. Someone who knew how to care for them; who never raised their voice; who never said bad words.
But in spite of this, in spite of knowing what was wrong with him, that Pokémon had stayed.
He’s my trainer.
What would happen if that wasn’t the case?
Waffle sniffed, pulling away from his shoulder and scrunching his little face. <Why do you smell funny?> Looking at him now, he had changed a lot since that day. If Kazuki were to ask this instant, he’s confident Waffle would stay.
But that’s only for this instant. Kazuki was a flawed trainer and companion, and it was blatant to everyone who knew him. Mistakes were inevitable.
Can I go back to him now?
How many chances did he have left? And if it could happen to his starter, to the Pokémon who was there from the beginning, what of the rest of his team?
How long until he was the only one left?
“… It’s coffee. Don’t taste it.” Kazuki turned back to Professor Ash, to the pop-up that flew back into view, persisting. But the choice was already made.
He reached out and tapped
> RESUME GAME
The cutscene played out. Kazuki left the Cat’s Meow with Waffle in tow, promising a bath, a meet with Kitten, and a day full of brushing. And it would play out as he willed it, and his Pokémon would be none the wiser, but the wound stayed fresh, niggling in the back of his mind.
He needed to talk to someone.
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Post by Kazuki on Jan 29, 2024 15:37:32 GMT 9
{ACCESS PLAYER LOG}
A man was standing in the middle of the dunes, cursing as he’s buffeted by the sands. With some difficulty, he raised a black egg in his hands.
The green tessellations on its shell glowed brighter—the brightest it ever had. It was a shining beacon in the dark. A breathtaking star.
“You fucking egg!” The man yelled, shaking it violently. “Of all the places you could’ve picked, it had to be here? In death land, the land where everything dies?!”
The egg, due to its nature of being an egg, did not reply, save for its glow blinking in his face.
“I could’ve dug you a pit! Gotten you the biggest tree! The—the biggest, juiciest apple, you little worm—!” Tucking the egg under his arm, the man face-palmed hard enough to sting. He looked around tiredly. “Can I even build anything here? Or is it all just going to get swallowed up by the Corruption?”
There was nothing here, except for a dismal abandoned amusement park somewhere off in the distance—too far for Arceus’ Specialest Little Egg, apparently. All he could see, at least beyond the horrors, were the shuffling figures of Ostellia’s invasive species.
“… Wait a minute.” THE LIVING SHRINEin this lonesome sanctuary, the walls have eyes.Deep within the ever-shifting landscape of ruin and miasma lies a single immovable constant. The small monolith of dark brick stands like a painting on the sea of black sand, a half-built castle unaffected by the waves of Corruption crashing on the canvas.
It is alive. Approach it and see the bricks that flip inward to reveal a single glowing blue eye, with more joining until its façade is covered as you draw close. At its navel lies an outline among the bricks resembling a door. It will open to offer a temporary refuge for those stranded in these barren lands, but it will offer no further.
It will heal no other except its true ward. It will not move. The Stakataka sits here, from dawn ‘till dusk, surrounded by death—the only sign of life—until you.
The Shrine is shut. The Living Shrine was built by Kazuki in dedication to ZYGARDE. It cannot heal your fainted Pokemon, nor can you exalt or sacrifice them here.
But you can stay, if you’d like. Just for a little while.
Until you are strong enough to escape.
ZYGARDE CAN BE REVIVED AND DEVELOPED HERE.
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Post by Kazuki on Jan 27, 2024 3:28:05 GMT 9
There was no reply, the request lost in a sea of others, but a taker did come.
The man paused, grimacing for a moment as he took in the area, before his eyes landed on Josh Devlin sitting outside the T.E.A. Shop, taking a moment as if verifying the location of a player marker.
“You. You’re the one offering the Dura?” Not one for introductions or polite greetings of any sort. Despite his rudeness, he didn’t seem hurried; he had killed far too many Duraludon for Professor Ash to feel any excitement towards the dragon, rare and powerful otherwise.
But he did know someone who’d want it, and he was going to meet M'Foxy for some much-needed catching up anyways.
He flicked through his PC, taking out an Electrike he obtained from his last foray in the Park of Dogs. He jumped into hoarding the canines a little too quickly, and was now sitting at a dismal 2 free spaces left (for hoarding more dogs).
“Take it. It’s a dog, an electric type, probably fast as fuck, boy.” It was a shame to lose one, but if the kid was willing to shell out a Duraludon for it, the dog's probably in good hands.
Kazuki squinted.
It better be in good hands.
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Post by Kazuki on Jan 27, 2024 2:10:29 GMT 9
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/847006452118978590/1147822551632990318/200x200_civilian2~png Atsushi is not an expert at reading people. He didn’t graduate with honors in discretion, perception, and inscrutability—he barely graduated high school at all. In less loving terms than Marzán put it, he’s as blunt as his punches, so he doesn’t see how close his words had struck. He buys into the industry-grade smile and falls back on taking everything as a blanket threat.
So yes, he is going to stand here, on his bad leg, against every doctor’s orders, masochist-style.
Atsushi debates counting picture frames for reasons unrelated to pain management.
At least Marzán enjoys the sound of his own voice; there are no lulls in the conversation, nor are there opportunities to butt in, which Atsushi is familiar with as a tactic ritually employed by supervisors and his mother. His face scrunches at the phrase, You should be proud of yourself, knowing not to buy into that one at least. The last time Marzán had used it on him, he’d been in a maid outfit.
(Life usually had incredible comedic timing; in another timeline, this conversation might have taken place with him in a chicken costume instead.)
At least he has a name for Fake Tuesday now. Ariel—definitely a regular employee, considering how familiar Marzán is with her mannerisms. Though he’s tried to forget, her promise of extracting an apology from him still lingers. And then there’s a new matter—
“Ada, huh?” The lemon-sour look Atsushi has been sporting shifts into amused distaste; scrunched brows, crooked smile. There are countless names that can stand for, but his brain hooks onto only one. “Let me guess, she didn’t give him enough attention? Didn’t shower him in enough kisses and compliments? Read his goddamn fan-fiction?” Then again the thought of Ada bending backwards for the attention of a woman would be a new one.
Atsushi shakes his head. He’s talking out of his ass. There is no way. Million in one chance. “You know, Ariel probably only got shit from randos because you had her pretend to be you, right? People know Tuesday. She’ll get hounded by both fans and haters in an event like this.”
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Post by Kazuki on Jan 26, 2024 22:25:37 GMT 9
Tuesday calls for the grace of the gods, but there are no gods here. They had withered and died in the cheap tulle, or perhaps they were hiding in fear of what she had created.
And the catgirl of course, wastes no time laughing herself to tears. Kazuki had provided her five seconds, but it takes at least five minutes before she’s calmed down enough that he can even hear himself think. He can barely move with how tight this costume is.
“I’d feel less shame walking naked in public. Take the damn picture!” he growls, despite the fact nudity isn’t possible in this game. It’s reflex. The team that used to be in charge of his wardrobe have memorized it.
This at least means he does have a threshold for pictures in humiliating costumes, though he’s still wearing that angry Bulldog face when Tuesday moves to take the picture. She’s doing something weird with her hands. It’s the same thing REN does when they set the oven on fire because he won’t buy them a new PS5 (that they set on fire).
There is no attempt at posing. Kazuki just stands there, menacingly, looking deeply constipated in a cat maid outfit.
When it’s finally over, Tuesday suggests looking in a mirror, at which point Kazuki quickly diverts the topic because otherwise he will turn around and die. “Fucking finally.” And then he moves, and as the prophecy foretold, the costume rips, buttons bouncing off like gunshots. It’s already ruined so—Kazuki thinks, whatever, and tears off the top on his own.
“Now fork over the goods,” says the man in half a maid outfit, tearing off the cat ears from his head as if they’re radioactive.
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Post by Kazuki on Jan 25, 2024 20:29:18 GMT 9
#s://file~garden/ZaK2lRFYS2j2rOBq/yan%20qing/hooftodafacebitch~png His crystal bullshit had worked. Amazingly, something red and white appeared to sneak between the decked out halls, and much like a starving bloodhound, Kazuki was quick to pounce.
For a critter so small, the damn thing put up a fight. Kazuki cursed, contending with something as formidable as a sudsy bar of soap, trying to grapple the bird into submission. He’s about halfway into capturing it between a bicep when all hell broke loose.
And by hell, it was pigeons.
They descended upon him as if he were tourist sidewalk fries.
“What the fuck!” he hissed, swatting at the pests and failing because big meaty claws are not tailored for hitting flighty creatures. By the time he’s managed to peel the flock from his eyeballs, his prize had already made off—leaving only a hunk of feathers and bird seed in his hands.
He’s about to throw in the towel and come after ozone and the distracted 『Red Velvet』 when a bystander caught his attention. The stranger paused from their rapt capturing of current events, a camera around their neck, dressed in a fashion that screamed ‘This is going on my Birdemic grad film’.
Kazuki turned, and began making his way towards them.
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Post by Kazuki on Jan 25, 2024 20:08:08 GMT 9
The creature was breaking itself down—changing. Steelix roared as he tightened his grip, but to no avail, new legs broke free of the stranglehold and it was only a matter of time before the retaliation.
Kazuki barely had time to begin his ascent when the rumbling started up again. He looked up and saw sailing in the air were his egg and Kitten going ‘WEEEAAAAA’ on top of it, cursing loudly as he narrowly toppled off several feet to the ground below to catch both.
“Fuck! Ver?!” But the man was gone, lost in a sea of churning stone.
Kazuki bared his teeth, moving to place Kitten and the egg under one arm. “Kitten, don't you dare move. If you fall off, Ver and Waffle are going to have my ass.”
He stuck his fingers in his mouth and whistled. Steelix unwound slightly, and Kazuki reeled his arm back, lobbing a blast of fire at the offered gap.
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Post by Kazuki on Jan 23, 2024 13:01:40 GMT 9
#s://file~garden/ZaK2lRFYS2j2rOBq/yan%20qing/hooftodafacebitch~png Over the commotion of Christmas Crimes, Kazuki could hear ozone yelling for him, but he knew better than to expect bail—these hoes were not loyal, and the last thing he needed was to be brought to a stockade so these guys can doodle dicks on his face. He knows they will. He can feel it.
The only option was to not get arrested (again). The bright side with causing a public free-for-all was that most of the casualties manifested by themselves, and after suplexing the last draft horse, he was left with enough time to vault over the unconscious bodies and rethink his strategy.
“You’re fucking kidding me!” he growled, seeing the mountain of fresh gifts under ozone and 『Red Velvet』's fake Christmas tree. The damn thing was teeming with evidence—bright red feathers included. “Early bird gets the worm, my ass.” He did not understand why Santa Birdie would heed their call and leave him with coal. He had done nothing wrong. His Orthworm was still crucified to the scene of the crime, languidly munching through its restraints.
Mimicry was the sincerest form of flattery, so Kazuki refused to make his own tree. But he could try and lure it out with something else. Something shinier.
Fast forward about a half hour later, the man was decking the town hall with fake Swarovski.
(The little bell of the now-rebuilt and refurbished antique store rang.
“Welcome! How may I—YOU! How dare you show your face back here! You should be serving a life sentence for every gnomish casualty I had! Leave, you brute! You bastard! You hooli—is that a hoof print?”)
By the time he’s done, the place was shiny enough that you could see the entire crime scene from miles away. Didn’t look that bad either; kitschy, but if the bird was anything like his ex (and he’s fairly sure the IQs are on par), it should be within sniping distance any moment now.
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Post by Kazuki on Jan 23, 2024 13:01:33 GMT 9
Waffle began hopping excitedly as Silvermoon drew closer to his platform. <Hi!> he mewled. <I’m not fighting today, so I’m gonna be… the referee! Welcome to the show, have a seat, friend!> There were no seats, and a good chunk of the floor was submerged in water.
<Now onto the match!>
Kazuki was shaking himself out, psyching himself up. It had been so, so fucking long since he fought in the arena. Even just being here invigorated him like nothing else.
Just a quick fight. Just a little bit more.
“Did they?” he snickered. “Not what I’d expect from someone who was scared shitless of me, but I’m touched.” He punched his palm, fire burning in his eyes at the offered challenge. “Now let’s ditch the flattery and get to the assault and battery.”
WHAM! The collision was instant, Kazuki barely having time to plant his feet before Kintsugi rammed its bulky helmet squarely in his chest. The vibrations racked his sternum, spreading outward and knocking him back.
The second hit landed, and Kazuki slammed his palms down to grab Kintsugi by the horns. The beast was his height and a hefty chunk of pounds more than his weight; it was like trying to stop a bull covered in armor with his bare hands. The jagged edges of Kintsugi’s helmet bit into his skin, and Kazuki grinned wide.
“Not bad, that hurt like hell! Let’s see what else you can do.”
<Two direct hits from Kintsugi! OOF, right in the heart!> Waffle’s voice bounced off the enclosed walls. <And now Pawzuki is pulling him into a hug!>
Kazuki was pulling Kintsugi head under his arm, body pulsing faintly with FIGHTING SPIRIT, intending to crush him against the ground in a SUBMISSION.
{Kazuki} - say a one-liner as you attack
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Post by Kazuki on Jan 23, 2024 13:01:23 GMT 9
It’s only a whisper, and it’s more than enough. Like the snap of a wire, it sent a weight down in Kazuki, his breath no longer held over a hunch, and now it sat in his chest, heavy, suffocating, crushing.
It’s a confirmation of what he’s feared. It’s a confirmation of how badly he’s fucked up to let it go this far. All of this.
“Why are you the one apologizing? It’s not as if you offered to tell me. I took that information from you.” Kazuki can’t help the venom in his voice. He rubbed his palms across his face, trying to quash the different forms of upset muddling his brain to focus on the solution. Curled over, elbows resting over his crisscrossed legs, he fell silent with his eyes closed and mouth pressed into the palms of his hands.
There was still so much he didn’t know. So much he plainly didn’t have the right to know. He couldn’t even ask if the guy was still alive. Verai may not be able to see, but he can, and while he enjoyed putting him through it, he thinks he’d rather eat nails than see that look on his face again.
Kazuki slumped, breathing out. “We need to stop.”
His arms fell, resting over his crossed legs. No longer trying to reach any further.
“I’m not fighting you anymore. Not until I get this shit resolved. No arenas, no training anywhere else.” His fingers twitched with the urge to just get the fastest way out; to unequip the Parasite and just do as he wants.
But what if that didn’t work? What else would he put Verai through? Make him relive?
Fuck that.
“I should’ve told you I felt off from the get-go, that’s on me. I am sorry for that.” Sprigatito had walked up beside him now that things had settled. He tangled his hand through the kitten’s fur, trying to undo the root-like knots. All he accomplished was staining it with tar. “You don’t owe me the rest of your past. Don’t bear your fucking soul to people you've never met.”
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Post by Kazuki on Jan 23, 2024 13:01:20 GMT 9
Kazuki looked around. “No. Not at this height.” The parade was packed. Strange creatures had surrounded them despite how slowly they entered the line, as if a fresh entourage had appeared behind them. The sky above was obscured by the massive silhouettes and a canopy of jellyfish floaters.
But through that thicket came just a hint of light. Far brighter than the moon and stars. How to get close?
Kazuki continued walking them along, unable to stop as that would mean contact with the abominations behind them. He kept his grip around Verai secure, finding the idea of the things touching him untenable—but haven’t they already?
“I think I have an idea how to get us a better view.” He didn’t trust any of these creatures except for the ones they already dealt with. “There’s one of those living buildings walking in front of us. We can climb it.”
He clicked his tongue. “But it’s got a ton of these huge jellyfish things floating around it, and if swimming in Australia’s taught me anything, it’s not to touch that shit by any means.” The creatures almost seemed to have bodies, tentacles of different sizes swaying as they orbited around the walking edifice. Like a very pretty electric fence.
His eyes moved back to Verai, contemplating him for a moment. Even in his voice, it was clear he was grinning. “I bet I can carry you.”
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Post by Kazuki on Jan 23, 2024 13:01:13 GMT 9
This player is a curious one. Kazuki’s brow rises at the quiet nod she offers. He knows she can talk—he’d been listening in for a while, after all. Is it nerves? Introversion? Theater kid quirks? Common sense, because you don’t just talk to a human pesticide? Regardless, he accepts it as either a thanks or acknowledgement. The important thing is that she’s concentrating on the fight.
The Probopass continues its onslaught, blasting down Wolf’s team. The Froakie and Dratini receive a battering of a lifetime, managing to stick to their feet with a stubbornness shared by their trainer. The Mudkip, despite the super effective hit, manages just fine. Tanks were a good move here. Compared to the Glaceon, the Probopass is more strategic, matching its attacks to every opponent’s weakness—and it seems to be targeting with a pattern. The UI is coming to life with bursts of red and music rising to crescendo—emergency.
The problem here is that Kazuki is no Tuesday. His team can tank the hits a little better—but smashing this nose in one go is a pipe dream.
“Goddamn, this is a shitshow,” he chuckles, sticking his fingers in his mouth and whistling. “Again! Keep chipping at it! Dragon, bulk up your heals and catch the smaller one!”
His team hears it loud and clear. Pignite roars back, slamming his fists on his chest King Kong-style as Mudsdale takes a sharp U-Turn, her hooves ripping into the dry grass and cracked soil as they chase down the opponent. The Probopass had just zapped Dragonair down once more, the dragon type hissing as she dives from its radius.
PROBOPASS USES ZAP CANNON ON DRAGONAIR GaoYmC4W2d50
The Probopass turns, hyper-aware of danger at its back. It sends another brutal barrage of attacks, knocking Pignite off Mudsdale with a floating boulder and nailing Mudsdale with another blast as she skids to pick up her fallen teammate.
PROBOPASS USES POWER GEM ON PIGNITE 2d50
PROBOPASS USES FLASH CANNON ON MUDSDALE 2d50
Dragonair envelopes herself in energy, her body faintly glowing green as her wings unfold once more, reaching for Lagertha.
DRAGONAIR BUFFS DRAGONAIR(+10)
DRAGONAIR HEALS DRATINI (X3) AND DRAGONAIR (X1) 4d12 + 15 Rarity + 10 Buff = 90 HP TO DRATINI + 26 HP TO DRAGONAIR
Mudsdale draws close, twisting her body and slamming her hooves at the Probopass as Pignite uses her back as a springboard, launching himself at the floating face’s brow, palms primed to smash.
PIGNITE USES ARM THRUST 1d150 + 10 Rare + 20 Super Effective = ? HP
MUDSDALE USES COUNTER 1d150 + 5 Pokemon Refresh + 20 Super Effective = ? HP
1 mini-nose was broken! 2/3 mini-noses remaining! PROBOPASS has 286/1000 remaining {break down}DRAGONAIR | Support | (97/250) Active Damaged by Zap Cannon for 61 HP Heals for 90 + 26 HP each Heal Strain for 40 HP Uses Core Ability BUFF on Dragonair (+10 to rolls)
PIGNITE (332/500) | Tank | Active Damaged by Power Gem for 56 HP Attacks for 184 HP Attack Strain for 10 HP
MUDSDALE (417/500) | Tank | Active Damaged by Flash Cannon for 45 HP Attacks for 130 HP Attack Strain for 10 HP
PROBOPASS (286/1000) 314 damage taken, 2/3 nose remaining! 2d50·2d50·2d50·4d12·1d150·1d150
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