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Player Name: Himura Atsushi
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Post by Kazuki on Mar 15, 2023 3:54:55 GMT 9
Iridescent irises level him a look that causes the edge of his mouth to hitch. He reached a nerve somehow. It’s doubly rewarding to hit when the target looks like a pearl.
He can’t prod further, however, because the end of his line attempts to yank him overboard. His hands grip harder around the fishing rod, feet digging into the crumbling pier as he forces the tug-of-war to a stop, before taking the reins and pulling it to shore.
When his next catch emerges, a clone of Domino’s fish comes scraping over the dock, oversized. It takes him a good minute to stuff into his inventory without slipping off the edge.
“If the dock busts,” which, by the symphony of cracking wood, he doubts will take much longer, “the water’s only 4 to 5 feet deep. You’ll live.”
She does end up answering his question, confirming his suspicions with grace. “Don’t know what a power gamer looks like,” he huffs, “don’t think I want to.” He’s already seen some curious things running around, and it’s not as if he’s entirely ignorant to the strangeness of internet culture.
She shoots his question back, and it doesn't take him long. “No. Never really liked sitting still.” He sends out another line as she reels in her catch. “I’ve never played Pokemon either, and didn’t intend to until recently.”
Sprigatito has settled on the dock by now, tired of hanging by his shoulder and too busy grooming his soaked fur to be loud. Save for the occasional stir of their lines and the flopping fish, the grove is peaceful, realistic down to the scent of the breeze.
“... It’s alright, so far,” he admits.
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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 15, 2023 2:17:58 GMT 9
The magikarp clings to life by a half. It makes a break for it, managing to unhook itself and soaring beautifully across the sky.
Kazuki plugs his ears briefly as Tinnitus unleashes an outraged screech at the fish smacking hard against its chassis.
For the first time, the magnemite switches targets, its wrath now directed at the magikarp making a valiant escape towards the water by flopping over the ground.
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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
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Post by Kazuki on Mar 15, 2023 2:05:12 GMT 9
The next magikarp he fishes out is fairly similar to the last—or he thinks it is, in the brief span of time he has to look at it before it’s blitzed into oblivion. The fish is engulfed in electricity, its scales charring as it flails wildly on the end of his fishing line. The sparks nearly reach his hands.
This one Pansear won’t even try to catch. He signals his disapproval with two thumbs down, knowing damn well even if it survives, no amount of spicy sauce will save that thing.
Tinnitus squints, displeased at having missed the human once again. It begins charging up for another.
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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 15, 2023 1:36:20 GMT 9
The magikarp becomes a sponge.
When Kazuki tosses the fish over to Pansear, the monkey’s less than enthused. This cut’s been overcooked. He settles with cutting off the charred bits and trying to even out the cooking. Maybe he can mask the taste and smell with touga berries. A lot of touga berries.
The sparks don’t cease, however. Kazuki continues dodging Tinnitus’ ritual zaps, following a hybrid between breakdancing and highland dancing as he keeps his legs moving while his upper half prepares his fishing rod for his next cast.
“Aren’t you getting bored of this?” The trainer hisses.
Tinnitus doesn’t respond, but zaps with enthusiasm as if to say ‘Dance for me, clown!’
Kazuki somehow manages to toss his hook into the water as he runs.
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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
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Post by Kazuki on Mar 15, 2023 0:56:39 GMT 9
When the fire is lit by the combined efforts of Verai, Fuecoco, and Kitten, Pansear is quick to set up beside it. Considering the injured human is, well, at death’s door, he shouldn’t be getting fancy. He sets up an improvised stove with a metal grill and some rocks, taking the magikarp and starting to slice it up. As he does it, he gestures for on-lookers to bring him berries.
Sprigatito backs off as the healers take over, but still eager to be of help somehow. He assigns himself to guard duty. <No trespassing!> He cries, trying to chase Kitty away from the operation area.
Kazuki glares back as Verai pushes him aside. “Will you stop coddling her?” He turns to Aero. “Kid, you’re what, 10? At that age, you should have an encyclopedic knowledge and mastery of profanity in your mother language, and one or two in foreign ones for good measure.”
“For example,” he jabs a thumb at Verai. “Verai is a stuck-up bitch.” Then he points at himself. “Kazuki is a bastard.” He turns his attention down to the body he’s lifting up so Aero and her Blipbug can wrap it properly with the blanket and the silk threads. “And this guy is—oh?”
His hand touches something underneath the body. Pulling it out reveals it to be some kind of—death cult pamphlet. “Interesting diary. Which of you nerds wants to read this?” He asks, waving the blood-stained book.
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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 14, 2023 2:04:40 GMT 9
When the next bite comes, the magikarp is less impressive. He does like the striping on it, but the brown gives it the appearance of halibut.
“Alright, just—”
A sharp bolt comes crashing by his feet, narrowly dodged. Kazuki curses, having expected this, though making him assume it would play along by waiting is an impressive jerk move on Tinnitus' part.
“That all you got?” He taunts, bringing in another Spark, this one he uses to fry the magikarp on his line.
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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 14, 2023 1:38:31 GMT 9
What he reels in is a very round pink thing with pieces of coral sticking out of it. The game informs him it’s called a Corsola, but he’s wondering if it’s a rip-off of that other pink thing Nintendo owns.
“Are you like that then?” He asks, dropping his catch in the amusingly endless void of his inventory. “Die-hard pokemon fan, gamer type?” He’s still betting on the streamer theory. She takes to this environment easily; deals with the event, the new player, and their pokemon’s shenanigans as if she’s done it a hundred times before.
It's a theory further solidified when Domino fishes up what he had at first assumed to be a bloated wedding dress, only to realize it’s alive. Damn thing is big enough that he has to step around its frayed tendrils, the ends of it reminding him of brittle autumn leaves.
“You’re a bit too good at this for me to believe you haven’t sunk hours into this game.” He prepares his next line, finding the wait nonexistent, and the activity therefore tolerable. Fishing mechanic works, who knew?
Sprigatito on the other hand continues pouting, bouncing on his trainer’s shoulder to try and regain some of his dignity. He makes air-swiping motions with his tiny claws, as if trying to say that were it not for the distance (and his lack of swimming ability), he would most definitely fight Benihana. And win!
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Kazuki
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You Can't Take Me
The Creed
Posts: 883
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Himura Atsushi
OOC Username: Sleepy
Arena Points: 113
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Post by Kazuki on Mar 14, 2023 0:51:07 GMT 9
A child comes to help them, and with three pokemon aiding the corpse, it rouses from its deathbed.
“He lives!” He says gleefully, ignoring Verai’s instructions and remaining crouched beside the body, poking around as if the stranger were a particularly gnarly biology experiment instead of a suffering human being.
Pansear shudders, quickly pulling back his hands and shaking his fur. He stares at the strange human with a pinch between his brows, distrustful, knowing healing is not supposed to have that kind of recoil.
His suspicions are doused the moment the man mentions food. His eyes widen and sparkle before he throws himself at his trainer, pulling off the pack slung over the man’s shoulder. It’s the same pack his trainer gives to Mudbray when she’s out, and when Pansear begins unloading its contents, a vast majority of it appears to be cooking supplies. A concerning amount of knives clatter on the ground.
Pansear raises a pack of preserved magikarp to the sun, victorious. It is time.
He scampers to where the fire is being prepared, eager to begin cooking.
With the fire, water, and food seeming covered, Kazuki continues his looting/inspection. “Your childhood’s safe, kid,” he announces to the young trainer. “His underwear’s welded to his ass.” Pulling it offers no slack. No wedgies allowed.
He flips the body over, exposing the puncture wounds. “Nevermind.” Sprigatito by his side yelps at the sight, and not knowing any healing moves, attempts a butchered treatment that amounts to covering the wounds with leaves and pelting the man with a scent akin to baby lotion.
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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 13, 2023 23:47:21 GMT 9
<I’m a monster.> Sprigatito wails, face in his paws as Mudbray gently drags her tongue over his head, turning the tuft of fur on top into a cowlick. The magikarp had been sliced n’ diced perfectly by his leaves—which should feel like an accomplishment, were it not for the crippling guilt.
Pansear sighs, holding his fresh ingredient in his paws. What a baby! He grumbles soundlessly as he takes the fish to his makeshift kitchen-rock, using his new knife and the water nearby to gut and clean it. Sprigatito is a feline pokemon; he should be used to killing fish—plus, those tears are ruining his appetite!
Now Pansear would have to hold off on cooking it. He’d have to use up their salt, dry it, smoke it, and pack it tight until Sprigatito will let him cook the rest of it and make him see the light.
Kazuki, meanwhile, watches his team’s dynamic with mild interest. He’s drawing up his next line. “Guess it’s you and me,” he says, glaring at the Magnemite floating beside him.
Tinnitus glares back.
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Kazuki
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You Can't Take Me
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Post by Kazuki on Mar 13, 2023 18:56:24 GMT 9
The next one has to be dealt with one of his other pokemon.
Mudbray doesn’t flinch at the sight of the Patrat, blinking at it slowly, as if it were a mosaic rather than a rabid rodent.
He finishes picking through his UI and checking out her stats. The pokemon is admittedly on the lazy side, but she’s got good attacks. “Bulldoze,” he orders.
It takes a minute. And then two. He ends up repeating the order a few more times before she finally decides she’s used up all her break, approaching the Patrat so slowly that it sniffs her hooves before she abruptly stomps it underneath.
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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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Arena Points: 113
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Post by Kazuki on Mar 13, 2023 18:46:25 GMT 9
But it returns; apparently a fish fueled by spite and who did not appreciated getting smacked with sharp flying leaves.
And it slaps him in the face.
Kazuki sputters, trying to get the fish to stop flailing on his line. “Are you—” he clicks his tongue, before tossing it again, this time straight at Sprigatito. “Stop fumbling there and kill it!”
Sprigatito yelps, before lobbing another Magical Leaf at the incoming fish.
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Kazuki
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You Can't Take Me
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Player Name: Himura Atsushi
OOC Username: Sleepy
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Post by Kazuki on Mar 13, 2023 18:42:50 GMT 9
The fish he pulls up is a white magikarp with a large orange dot between its eyes. It flops, blubbing and flailing as it clings to his hook.
“Almost like koi,” he hums. “Not quite right, though.”
He turns, flinging the line and the fish on the end of it toward his awaiting party. “Have at it!”
Pansear acts quickly, shooting at it with a violent plume of fire, intending for a rather showy cooking debut.
Sprigatito, who up until now had never realized that the fish he ate had to be processed for him to eat, looks on in horror. He quickly musters a Magical Leaf, intercepting the flames and throwing the magikarp back into the water.
Pansear tenses. He slowly turns to look at Sprigatito, who yelps at the terrifying look on the otherwise cute monkey’s face.
You will rue this, it seemed to say.
Kazuki snorts at the brewing rivalry and proceeds to bait his next line.
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Kazuki
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You Can't Take Me
The Creed
Posts: 883
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Himura Atsushi
OOC Username: Sleepy
Arena Points: 113
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Post by Kazuki on Mar 13, 2023 18:15:54 GMT 9
âFor fuck’s sake,â Kazuki hisses, âWho let it out!â
Tinnitus escapes. It floats there, buzzing loudly into his ear, emitting that same magnetic wave that screwed with his audio.
Pansear blinks, before hastily stuffing a Pokeball back into Mudbray’s pack.
The mule rolls her eyes at him, before turning her attention back up to the Magnemite. She’s heard of how it was captured from Sprigatito and Pansear. <If you want to torment him… wouldn’t you prefer to stick around?> She asks in a slow drawl.
The Magnemite buzzes, single eyeball moving from the mule to the trainer it’s revving to electrocute. Weighing between quantity and quality, it slowly dials its volume down.
Kazuki feels his headache alleviate a bit, at least enough for him to notice a bite on the line.
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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 13, 2023 16:02:55 GMT 9
“Same reason why I’m sticking with you,” Kazuki says, chewing slowly as he stares at Verai with lidded eyes. “For the experience. Sure, it’s a mess and a waste of time.” He snickers. “But I’m still going to eat it anyway.”
Sprigatito pops his head out of his bowl, crumbs of food clinging to his whiskers. He glances to where Litten is eating food off the floor and quietly ninjas his way over to sniff at her bowl. If he’s quick while she isn’t looking—
“Well!” Mom’s voice finally re-emerges. Her hair is sticking out of her side ponytail and her smile is tight as she regards them, holding two shoeboxes in her hands stacked on top of each other. “My house is a mess and my collection of a hundred lovingly-crafted scrapbooks has been completely taken out of order, but I have your presents.”
She puts them on the table and regards both men with her hands on her hips. “They’re running shoes! So you can both stop wandering around bare-footed.”
Kazuki pauses and looks down. He honestly hadn’t noticed. He continues chewing; taking off your shoes indoors is polite anyways. He doesn't deign to think about the dirt they tracked.
“But you are both cleaning up before you go. And my shelf is in chronological order, sorted further into seasons, thank you.”
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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 13, 2023 15:37:00 GMT 9
There’s no picking them off. With every nidoran he kicks, two more come snapping in its place. They gnaw and shred at his shoes and the edges of his pantlegs, though his struggle is keeping them from targeting the others.
And then he sees the floating pinecone. It moves past him, forwards—into the thick of the swarm, a light slowly enshrouding it. He hears the trainer behind him say run and slams down his legs, about to make a break for it.
Only to feel a heavy weight on his ankle. A nidoran has him in its jaws, its red eyes wide with fury over its battered brethren.
Goddamn it.
The cave flashes white.
Everyone, nidoran and trainers alike, are blown every which way. Many of the nidoran collide with the burrow walls, flopping onto the ground unconscious. Kazuki crashes against the floor feeling as if his skin has been set on fire.
“You…” he groans, the resilient bastard, using his good arm to lift his body and flip onto his back.
“So you can be a bitch,” he wheezes, laughing despite it all. “Good to know.”
The nidoran that had clung to his leg stands there, trembling for a moment as it beholds the end result of the battle. It glances at Silvermoon for a second before turning around and fleeing deeper into the tunnels with a whimper.
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