Kazuki
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Post by Kazuki on Mar 19, 2023 16:03:08 GMT 9
“You are one tough rodent, huh?” Kazuki raises a brow.
The battlefield’s a mess. Mudbray stands in the center of the shattered floor, tough hide bearing scratches and her ear actually flicking with irritation as she stares down the Patrat that seems nigh-invincible.
He returns her, switching out to Pansear, who seems a little more alive, though not particularly invested in his opponent. He observes it, rubbing his chin, wondering if Patrat could make a decent dish somehow.
“Don't,” Kazuki shoots him down, much to his surprise. “If we can’t squash it into a pancake after all that time, you are definitely not going to make headway. Just put it to sleep.”
Pansear huffs, but does let out a big yawn, contagious to the point even his trainer feels inklings of drowsiness bubble up.
The Patrat, happy to be spared of further culinary exploits, lies down on the battlefield for a nice little nap.
Prompt 19. [Tower]HRp|1t8E1-50 1-50
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Kazuki
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You Can't Take Me
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Player Name: Himura Atsushi
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Post by Kazuki on Mar 19, 2023 8:01:13 GMT 9
The prince rises from his would-be grave. He’s more reserved than what Kazuki had been expecting. There isn’t a hint of emotion in his eyes.
Kazuki tenses, glaring at him, the grip he has on the book tightening. It feels like the hairs on his arms are standing on ends, as if he were facing off something formidable instead of someone who couldn’t balance on their own two feet, with only busted chains and underwear for weapons. And even better, someone who didn’t exist.
No matter how it contradicts sense, and even what he knows of himself, he feels on edge.
Interesting.
The book is snapped shut. “All you need is to heat up the steel and break off a chunk of it,” he says as Verai tries to rally the team. “We’ll find out if any of the firepower we got is enough when we get there.” While he’s used to seeing the spires, he’s never actually tried messing with them. The resource gathering, crafting, and the obligatory poetry reading all seem like wastes of time for him in truth, but his interest's piqued, and he wants to see what this prince can do.
“As for breaking off the chunk—” he tosses out a ball, releasing a stocky 3-foot tall donkey who stares at the team with lidded eyes. “This one can smack molten steel with her hooves and not burn them,” Kazuki shrugs. “Probably.” Mudbray's eyes narrow, just a bit, though she makes no sound to correct him.
“She can also lift grown adults.” He cracks a grin. He turns to the prince, green eyes shining with amusement. “Do you want to ride the pony or be carried? Pick your poison, your highness.”
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Kazuki
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You Can't Take Me
The Creed
Posts: 883
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Player Name: Himura Atsushi
OOC Username: Sleepy
Arena Points: 113
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Post by Kazuki on Mar 18, 2023 2:07:24 GMT 9
In the pitch black, vague shadowy dreams pass through his memory; indecipherable, unmemorable. His mind relishes in the forced slumber, a respite from throngs of pain and exhaustion.
It feels all too short when his peace is shattered by panicked cheeping.
A groan. He tries to swat the noise maker away, but it’s a persistent thing, an alarm shoved in his ear. His eyes twitch open and the pain welcomes back him like a begrudging spouse.
“What the hell do you want,” he rasps, squinting tiredly at the orange chicken hopping by his head. It takes a second for his mind to remind him who it belongs to, the same time it takes for his ears to pick up on the sobs and gasps echoing through the sound of rain.
Goddamn it. A second to breathe, and then he hefts one elbow under his prone body; even his good arm protests, still sore from the blast. He rises enough to see Silvermoon leaning against the wall, small in the yawning tunnel with tears dribbling down their face.
God. Damn it.
Gritting his teeth, he continues pulling himself up until he sits. And then he staggers as he gets to his feet. One step scuffing against the burrow floor. Two.
The pain is annoying, but his body can take it. The blessing and curse of a high pain threshold are that he’ll weather it all, but it robs him of the ability to escape with ease.
Standing in front of some kid having a breakdown makes him wish for that option.
“Did you break some shit? Why are you crying?” It comes out angry, a snarl. His eyes search them but can’t see much between the dim light and the distractions—the lightning and the tears.
He is not built for this. He is not a little stuffed dog to be held during a therapy session. He is a giant prick.
So, he rummages through his pockets with his good hand.
Sprigatito pops out in a quick flash of red light, eyes wide with excitement at being released at last, only for it to be doused by the sight of blood. He tries to mewl his concern, but he’s scooped up.
And then dropped onto an unfamiliar trainer’s lap. The kitten’s bewildered, of course, but he sniffs curiously. He smells salt. His own scent is sweeter, his fur as soft as dandelions.
“Hold the cat.” Not a dog, but close enough. Kazuki finally sits down, cross-legged and slumping. “And stop crying. Or—cry until you run out. Whatever.”
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Kazuki
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You Can't Take Me
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Post by Kazuki on Mar 18, 2023 0:14:10 GMT 9
After a few more minutes, Sprigatito stands victorious over the limp fish, his chest puffed out and taking great efforts to look proud of himself and not grossed out by the sensation of a squishy fish under his paws.
Mudbray gently clomps her hooves on the ground alongside Pansear, who claps politely.
“Send it off,” Kazuki orders monotonously, tossing his line into the water.
Nodding somberly, Sprigatito pushes the fish into the water with all the respect of a Viking funeral, watching as it disappears into the waves. So long, my enemy.
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Kazuki
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You Can't Take Me
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Post by Kazuki on Mar 18, 2023 0:03:20 GMT 9
The smirk Kazuki wears breaks into a full-blown grin after Verai understands what he means. Digusting is almost taken as a compliment. He continues being infuriatingly pleased even after Mom barges in, even after Verai takes the initiative to apologize for them both.
Cleaning up is, of course, a goddamn chore, but it’s probably required to complete this hassle of a tutorial, anyway. And the additional excuse to stick around to poke at his new toy’s nerves is a welcome one in his book.
Sprigatito pauses at the sound of Litten’s protests, ears pricking up, his cheeks puffed with stolen, delicious loot when he raises his head. His friend’s flailing launches him into action, swallowing food and stumbling over to thrash soft paws against Purrai’s pant leg. When the man begins moving to the bedroom, Sprigatito comes along, clinging to his leg like a koala and chewing the fabric with his tiny teeth.
Kazuki gets up, about to follow, until an arm blocks his way.
“Tut tut,” Mom says, and for someone over a head shorter than him, she looks quite confident, head tilted up as she moves her hand to point behind him. “You, table.”
Green eyes slowly narrow, before moving off to the side with a scoff. “Damn it.”
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Kazuki
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You Can't Take Me
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Post by Kazuki on Mar 17, 2023 17:37:45 GMT 9
A slap fight begins between Sprigatito and the flailing magikarp, the fish surprisingly resilient. Once he got it clamped between his jaws, it begins thrashing violently, smacking him with its fins, spraying his face with spurts of water. It appears to be drying out from the sun.
<Jssh grr trr slrrp, mssur f’sh!> Sprigatito struggles, already rolling around on the grass.
Mudbray fidgets where she sits. On one hand, getting up is a lot of effort—on the other, she’s not sure how well Sprigatito is faring. <He looks like he could use some help…>
Pansear shakes his head and motions for her to stay seated.
Spawn Reset
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Kazuki
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You Can't Take Me
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Player Name: Himura Atsushi
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Post by Kazuki on Mar 17, 2023 17:31:05 GMT 9
The leaves send the fish flying onto the ground. It flops there in all its splotched glory, blubbing nonsense.
Sprigatito’s face is soaked. It’s also a little red, flushed from the embarrassment that overcomes him when he sees how his teammates stare. Mudbray looks at least mildly supportive, nodding for him to continue. Pansear is blatant in his disappointment. He doesn’t try to look at his trainer, trying to spare himself from the killing blow to his ego.
“Come on,” he hears Kazuki say, the words laced with amusement. “One more hit, cat.”
He puffs up his face as the fish flops closer to the water’s edge, scurrying over to bite its fins.
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Kazuki
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You Can't Take Me
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Post by Kazuki on Mar 17, 2023 17:06:18 GMT 9
And misses.
The magikarp ends up landing squarely on Sprigatito’s face, the cat screeching loud as he begins flailing and running around in circles. The magikarp somehow continues to balance itself on his head, using the momentum to slap the top of his skull repeatedly.
The rest of the team look on in various states of impatient, unimpressed, or mildly perturbed at the feat accomplished.
Unable to paw the thing off his face, Sprigatito summons more floating leaves.
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You Can't Take Me
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Post by Kazuki on Mar 17, 2023 17:03:37 GMT 9
The next one that surfaces is covered in orange splotches—very koi-like. He pulls it up, calling for Pansear’s attention. Pansear squints from where he has resumed honing his tools, rubbing his chin for a moment. He flashes a thumbs up.
Kazuki looks down to where Sprigatito stares at him. “You know, if you don’t knock it out, it’s just going to spring back up and die.”
The cat’s face puffs up. He shoots Kazuki and Pansear both a look. He knows that. He was there!
Kazuki, shrugging, tosses the fish to Sprigatito as if he were a seal accepting a treat with a flourish.
Sprigatito makes a valiant effort to pelt the fish with leaves.
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Kazuki
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You Can't Take Me
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Post by Kazuki on Mar 17, 2023 16:54:43 GMT 9
By the end of it, Kazuki finds himself nudging a charred magikarp into the water, not knowing if the thing was even alive. The water’s surface doesn’t stir, nor can he make out a shadow.
Tinnitus isn’t present. After it had fried its target to a crisp, Sprigatito had tagged in (or rather, flew into a frenzy) and Kazuki could return the homicidal cyclopes and substitute the cat in.
“It’s fine,” he says, preparing as Sprigatito worriedly pokes the water with his paw. “It’s uh,” he snorts, “swimming with the fishies now.”
He sends out his hook and waits for the next fish.
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Post by Kazuki on Mar 17, 2023 16:46:36 GMT 9
He’s dealing with his next catch when she prods him. The steady crk crk crk of the reel pulling in the next catch; the line is lax, probably nothing big. “Just…” The ringing of the bell. Blinding lights. His blood and sweat seeping into the mat. The announcer’s voice, booming: AND IT IS ALL OVER!
A Krabby pops out of the water, so tiny he mistakes it for a toy at first. He snorts as he tugs it off the hook, its pincers trying to pinch his fingers. “Just found myself being home more often. This game beats watching shitty TV.” He pops the little crab into his inventory.
He expects teasing, sarcasm—some joke over his newfound interest. To his surprise, the only thing on her face is something akin to contentment. Pride?
He raises a brow, wondering why she’d be touched. When she finally speaks, he finds himself chuckling at the offer. “Are you saying I haven’t been a complete angel to you?” But it isn’t a no. She had been good company in their short encounter.
And then Domino’s line catches, and she reels in something that sends the water spilling over the dock. Two beady eyes glare at them as the pokemon is dragged out of the water, some kind of weasel with extremely prominent fangs.
CRACK!
The dock, which has fought valiantly all these years, becomes another victim in Blarney’s quest for love. It crumples like a piece of paper, planks shattering before the support pillars give out and send both trainers (and one cat) plummeting into the water in a grand splash.
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Kazuki
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You Can't Take Me
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Player Name: Himura Atsushi
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Post by Kazuki on Mar 16, 2023 2:36:18 GMT 9
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Kazuki
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You Can't Take Me
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Posts: 883
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Player Name: Himura Atsushi
OOC Username: Sleepy
Arena Points: 113
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Post by Kazuki on Mar 16, 2023 2:32:04 GMT 9
Kazuki chuckles, amused by the stranger and the speed of their rebuttal. “A funky cyborg in a pokemon game. Checks out.” Though it did tell him something about how this player viewed themselves.
When he sees their eyes move over him, he doesn’t appear to mind, even moving his arm to the side as if invitingly. “What’s there to prove?” he grins. “You don’t know me, but you’re free to take a picture. It’ll last longer.”
The funky cyborg reels in the first catch. It’s not the fish of horrors he was hoping for, but it does prove you can fish there. A notification on the side of his screen pops up, displaying information about the fishing event nearing completion.
He clicks his tongue. "Damn. Should've gone here earlier." But he does feel a tug on the line, hastily reeling it in to beat the timer.
There's a [Bigness]n1FcqG3l1d100 [Description]1d90 [Blarney]1d100 on the line! 1d100·1d90·1d100
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Kazuki
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You Can't Take Me
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Posts: 883
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Player Name: Himura Atsushi
OOC Username: Sleepy
Arena Points: 113
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Post by Kazuki on Mar 15, 2023 10:55:45 GMT 9
“Here’s a tip for you: Your threats fall flat when you don’t have the gall to say ass,” Kazuki deadpans. He had encouraged the backtalk, but the delivery disappoints him. Kids these days, he thinks. The art of talking smack has been lost in the newer generations.
That settles it for him. Verai’s busy hand-feeding the corpse and lecturing, and he doesn’t trust the weird smiling kid enough to lend her the book. Inwardly, he groans. He hasn’t read a novel in ages. But he does, miraculously, know how to read. He had done fine in academics regardless of his disinterest.
He attempts to crack the book open to read its contents.
Pansear continues cooking. He has to skip a few steps—not enough time and not enough hands—but he’s got the fish going in a pan, holding it over the fire with his makeshift grill. What berries he had managed to chop has been stuffed into the slices in its sides and tossed into the sauce around it, and as its white scales slowly brown, the scent of fish frying fills the camp.
When it’s ready, he piles the braised fillets on a plate and hops over to the starving human to offer it.
KAZUKI ATTEMPTS TO READ THE BLOODY BOOK PANSEAR HAS FINISHED COOKING BRAISED MAGIKARP
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Kazuki
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You Can't Take Me
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Posts: 883
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Player Name: Himura Atsushi
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Post by Kazuki on Mar 15, 2023 10:15:20 GMT 9
The crunch of footsteps signals the appearance of another player.
The church had been an interesting detour. Kazuki doesn’t understand what it’s for, exactly, as he hasn’t encountered any pokemon or other trainers so far, but the distant ominous chanting and endless rain tell him it’s probably for some wild plot reasons.
He is opting to ignore it. He is here for one thing only.
The well.
As he approaches the crumbling structure, he spots the first player character he’s met in the area so far. They don’t appear as colorful and strange as some of the avatars he’s seen, but the vibrant purple eyes and cybernetic implements give them an alien vibe.
“The hell are you supposed to be?” He raises a brow, and, considering that to be somehow a greeting, proceeds to barge into their quiet session, taking out his own fishing rod and throwing the hook in the well. It’s mostly for curiosity, but also the possibility he might pull up some terrifying-looking fish.
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