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Post by Taylor on May 5, 2023 23:45:37 GMT 9
Both hits landed soundly, and Taylor grinned, bouncing on the balls of her feet as the excitement of the situation built. "Good job!" She called, pleased that the pair braced themselves when the serpentine dragon-type began to glow, gathering power for an attack. Launching itself at Mumble, it slammed its back end against the little penguin in a heavy-hitting Dragon Tail.
Thankfully, the starter was a pro at tanking hits - or so he thinks; don't tell him otherwise - and barely staggered. Giving him a moment to recover, Taylor focused on the Espeon. "Dinah, try a Confusion," came the suggestion, swiftly obeyed and executed.
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Post by Taylor on May 5, 2023 23:33:59 GMT 9
When the body broke the surface of the water, she was shocked at the creature that broke the surface. "Oh, hell yeah!" She whooped, releasing the line and dancing back a few more paces. "That has got to be a rare catch!"
Ignoring the celebration, Dinah dashed forwards, placing herself between the wild Pokemon and the human. Meanwhile, Mumble bounced over to stand beside the Espeon, his own crowing joining the celebratory noise.
"Alright, let's try a Swift, Dinah!" The swimmer called out. "Mumble, attack with a Pound, please!"
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Taylor
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Post by Taylor on May 5, 2023 23:28:59 GMT 9
She'd managed to go a week or so without needing to return to the shrine, but the wet, bedraggled state in which she now presented herself rather dampened (geddit?) any sense of achievement that might have granted. Water drip-drip-dripped from her sodden hair onto the ground, and she did her best to avoid meeting the disgruntled eye of Dinah sat beside her. The feline was not a fan of being so wet. Mumble, on the other hand, was having the time of his life!
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Post by Taylor on May 5, 2023 22:20:38 GMT 9
<Taylor, concentrate!>
As though her silent musings had provoked the gods of RNG, a sudden tug damn near yanked the rod out of her hand. "Again?" She yelped, digging in her heels and slipping slightly on the by-now slick ground. Once again, that felt far too strong for a 'karp!
<Back up,> Dinah suggested, stepping towards the well. <Let us get in position now and maybe it won't launch itself at your face, this time.> The suggestion had Taylor nodding and hastening to do as suggested, pacing backwards whenever slack in the line allowed.
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Taylor
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Post by Taylor on May 5, 2023 22:10:06 GMT 9
So far, she'd been surprisingly lucky with the catches she'd reeled in. From what Taylor had heard, she'd expected the majority of spawns here to be the ever-common Magikarp. Hell, they were even what she was here for, for once! But she'd gotten lucky on the 2nd attempt and reeled in a Basculin. It really made you wonder what else could pop up, here!
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Taylor
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Post by Taylor on May 4, 2023 23:35:49 GMT 9
âWell that went better than the last attempt, at least?â Taylor tried, watching Dinah with a slightly sheepish expression. Much to the trainerâs relief, the Espeon nodded.
<Yes, well, it couldnât have gone much worse, could it?> Came the dry retort. <But perhaps this time you could try letting us battle the fish, rather than doing it yourself, hm?>
Taylor huffed, casting the line once more. âNow whereâs the fun in that?â
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Taylor
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Post by Taylor on May 4, 2023 22:18:47 GMT 9
With an extremely undignified yelp, she threw out a kick. Whether threw skill or luck, it landed solidly against the Basculinâs face. Grinning widely â and a little surprisedly â Taylor barked out a laugh. âNot today, satan!â She chuckled. âOhh, I like that. I think Iâll use that as a catchphrase!â
<Is this really the time?> Dinah snarked, drawing Taylorâs attention back to the wild pokemon, now flopping on the ground in front of the well.
âOh!â The swimmer exclaimed. âSorry, yeah! We should finish this!â
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Taylor
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Post by Taylor on May 4, 2023 22:07:38 GMT 9
A wildly thrashing shape broke the water as she yanked on the rod, the hooked pokemon finally revealed. âOh, itâs a Basculin!â The swimmer panted, breath ragged from exertion. Jumping back a couple of paces as she reeled it in, she made room for Mumble and Dinah to move forward. Before they had a chance though, the fish launched itself directly towards Taylorâs face!
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Taylor
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Post by Taylor on May 4, 2023 20:59:06 GMT 9
The Chimchar fell to the ground with a soft thud, and Mumble raised his flippers to the sky in an approximation of a victory pose. After only a moment of celebration though, he was interrupted by the furious Litten. The shock almost had him falling on his ass, but he pinwheeled his flippers and managed to stay upright. Once he processed the words, he scowled at the Blitzle again and nodded frantically.
Once again, he screamed at the equine pokemon. âSTAY AWAY FROM MY FRIEND!â It would seem the fire-typeâs shouting was rubbing off on the little penguin, along with her enthusiasm for the fight. Scowl firmly set and looking extremely strange and out of place on his little blue face, the tiny penguin whipped up a Whirlpool around the opposing Blitzle, aiming to trap it in place so that it couldnât harm Kitten further.
PIPLUP ATTACKS BLITZLE: WHIRLPOOL (WATER) MJGLrdiW1d50+15 +10 (rarity) +5 (pkmn refresh)
mumble used whirlpool (tank charge) foe's blitzle took 16 damage mumble took 10 damage
Health Kitten 174/300 Mumble 185/300 Chimchar 0/150 Blitzle 65/250 1d50+15
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Taylor
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Player Name: Taylor Finch
OOC Username: Lea
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Post by Taylor on May 4, 2023 18:35:02 GMT 9
The capture resolved easily enough, and soon Taylor found her account 25 BYTES lighter and one PokĂŠmon heavier. Perfect! Muin declined to attempt the capture himself, and she grinned at the sight of the completion popup. Dismissing it, she turned a smile to the other trainer, nodding as he summed the situation up and said his goodbyes.
âLooks like it!â She practically sing-songed, reaching a hand down to scritch the top of Mumbleâs head, where he now leaned into her leg. âThanks for your help too!â âHelpâ was rather underselling the matter, but hey. Another nod at the farewell, and she lifted a hand to wave, Mumble copying her with a flipper and a look of fierce concentration. âFor sure! See you around, Muin! Have fun!â
Still waving, she teleports away, ready to see what other mischief she can get herself into.
exit taylor
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Taylor
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Post by Taylor on May 4, 2023 5:19:59 GMT 9
Taylor was already giggling at her own failure when Morpheus rushed over. She rolled over onto her back to avoid inhaling dirt, and so promptly found herself looking up at the other trainer as he offered out a hand.
Perhaps if her situation outside of the game had not been what it was, she might have noticed the charming, good looks of this avatar and considered flirting a little. As it was though, all she saw was a man looming over her. The scene blurred, flashbacks from recent memory overlaying the truth of what her eyes were actually seeing, and making it difficult to discern trauma from reality.
The outstretched hand flcikered into a closed fist.
The smile melted into an angry grimace.
The dark hair faded to a lighter brown and the eyes lightened to an icy blue.
She cringed, hands shoving at the ground to scramble backwards away from the man. Her head ducked and one arm lifted as though to shield the face from an oncoming blow. Fortunately, that break in eye contact shattered the illusion, and she realised abruptly what had happened. Instantly her cheeks flamed and her breath sped. Shit. She pushed back up to her feet.
âOh! Y-yeah, Iâm fine!â She finally replied, grateful beyond belief that sheâd managed to recall what the other trainer had asked. She grinned, recovering a good amount of the bravado sheâd appeared to have previously, though her eyes made a valiant effort to land anywhere except on Morpeusâs own. âPsh, w-what, youâve never seen a summersaulting faceplant before? That was textbook, and it went perfectly according to plan!â Her breathing steadied as she fell into the jest, slipping that extroverted, happy-go-lucky mask back on. It was paperthin at the moment, but the shift was a practiced one.
Shaking out her limbs to make sure nothing was injured, she nodded to the path ahead. âCome on, I think I see the next obstacle!â A complete lie, but if Morpheus played along and fell into step beside her, heâd find theyâd soon encounter a large boulder blocking the path. Perhaps they needed to push this to clear it out of the way?
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Taylor
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Post by Taylor on May 3, 2023 23:58:22 GMT 9
So far, Taylorâs pledge to protect the chicks with her life hadnât been broken, precisely. She had died along with them each time. Still, it wasnât quite in keeping with the original intention of the pledge, and Taylor seriously hated to fail. Sheâd never been good at accepting failure - not as a child, not as a tennager and certainly not as an adult. She sure as hell wasnât about to start now.
âOh come on!â she exclaimed, throwing her hands up as the babies woke, one after another, in spite of her flockâs valiant efforts in remaining silent. Being eaten by a dragon was a⌠novel experience, and not one she wished ever to repeat. Ever.
At least the respawn dumped her, unceremoniously or not, at the last correct crossroads, rather than right back at the start. With a gulp, she noted that the army had gained a good deal of ground while she was busy, yâknow, dying and shit. âTch, some evil armies really have no manners, huh?â She quipped, rather proud of herself when her voice only shook in grief very slightly. Thankfully, this seemed to be enough to keep the remaining Wattrels from noticing that their number was dwindling, at least if their indignantly agreeing cheeps were anything to go by. Frustrated, she pulled up the global chat to check for the correct path, and dashed out an angry, barely coherent message of her own.
With a huff, she gently scritched the bird perched on her left shoulder under the chin and rushed to catch up to the rest of the gang. By the time she arrived there was only one option left untried, and she grinned when she saw which it was, eyes lighting up. Making a fool out of herself? Hell yeah, this is her shit!
âOkay little quail babies, huddle up!â She hollered, far too loudly and obnoxiously, pulling bewildered and sliiiiightly irritated looks from the guards. Wisely - or coincidentally - sheâd stopped just out of reach of the cannon, and the pair devolved into an argument as to what exactly the range was on a wheel-mounted cannon of this particular make and model.
âIâm gonna need you to teach me how to walk and talk quail, little loves!â She explained, gently transferring each of the dwindling group to the ground before her and trying desperately not to tear up over the two that were missing. âDo you think you can do that for me?â A chorus of enthusiastic peeping answered her request, and she sure as hell hoped that was a yes! Ignoring the other players and surroundings for longer than was probably wise, she played captive audience as the trio demonstrated.
âAhem!â A few minutes later found the swimmer facing the guards once more. Rumpling her hair and sliding a few shed feathers into it, she did her best to imitate the âIâm a baby chick and my feathers are still a hot messâ couture that the little trio of Wattrel had going for them. As though to set the scene, the three actual birds hopped out ahead, moving in a single file line with Taylor following along at the rear. They cheeped and peeped as they fluttered along in quick, darting movements.
Taylor followed on the heels of the third, doing her very best imitation of the chirping and peeping sounds theyâd demonstrated for her. She looked truly ridiculous, crouched on her haunches, moving in the tiniest little hops she could, arms bent at her sides to vaguely approximate wings. As she moved she twitched her head side to side, probably looking more psychotic than avian, but clearly giving it a damn good try.
When the little troupe reached the gates, they lined up neatly facing the guards. In perfect sync, all four of them flapped their diminutive wings and sang out a joyful chorus of âpeep peep peep!âs before sweeping into a dramatic bow.
A flawless execution, Taylor thought to herself, completely erroneously.
TAYLOR GAVE HER BEST QUAIL IMPRESSION
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Taylor
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Post by Taylor on May 3, 2023 23:47:36 GMT 9
I know you all know where the right path is by now but good lord, DO NOT attempt babysitting duty.. Theyâre screamy little buggers and they donât care how much you shush and coo, they WILL tattle to the fucking dragon!
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Taylor
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Player Name: Taylor Finch
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Post by Taylor on May 3, 2023 5:48:52 GMT 9
Well shit. Dying fucking sucked.
Respawning back at the start point, Taylor frowned around, heart breaking when she noticed one of the precious babies was missing. Thankfully they didnât seem to realise that one of their number was gone, so she did her best to hold herself back from showing the little charges quite how devastated she was.
âWell, letâs try again, shall we?â She huffed, eyeing the approaching army with trepidation. Clearly, staying put was not an option! Pulling up the global chat, she nodded to see that information as to the correct path had been shared. The correct path which was very much not Wiley's Wing Stop.
By the time she caught up to the rest of the group, they had all made their choices and only one path remained. âThe fountain of youth it is then, little loves,â she murmured, unseasy with making any kind of decision here. âLetâs see if you can keep the peeping to a minimum, hm? I get the feeling waking the babies here would not be a good idea.â
A tiny chorus of hushed cheeps sound from her head and shoulders, quieting from there as she crept forwardsâŚ
Taylor opts for the Fountain of Youth
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Taylor
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Player Name: Taylor Finch
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Post by Taylor on May 1, 2023 5:29:34 GMT 9
The loading screen had Taylor frowning and gathering up her little followers. "Oh, hell no, you leave the littles alone, game!" As she gathered the miniature charges into her arms - a couple choosing to instead settle on her shoulders and one in her hair - she ignored the ridiculousness of how quickly she was launching into momma bear mode over the fluffy bundles of code. "I may have only known these chicks for a few minutes but I love them and I will die for them!" The irony of it was, she wasnât entirely joking. Her heart would be broken if any of these babies "went to heaven".
The loading screen stucks around for quite a while, so there was plenty of time to glare menacingly into the void. This was made difficult by the adorable "peep!"ing of the little hitchhikers, and she eventually got distracted, gently petting the tops of tiny, wide-eyed heads and cooing softly.
She was so distracted in fact that when the dungeon did load in, it made her jump. Scrambling to make sure none of the Wattrel fall, she stared around with wide eyes. "Oh boyâŚ" she breathed, stomach dropping like a stone as she glanced back down at the tiny flock. "This could get dicey⌠You guys stick right to me, got it?" A chorus of chirps sounded in what she really hoped was agreement.
That settled, she glanced around at the other players, surprised to find that she recognised one of them. She was just about to call out a greeting when an almighty roar shook the scene, and wide eyes turned to look behind them. "Well, shitâŚ" she remarked, taking in the sheer size of the approaching army. This was the very definition of a "you canât fight this; run the fuck away," message from the devs if sheâd ever seen one.
Turning back, she grimaced to see the options for the ways forward, and sighed upon seeing which one Kazuki was heading for. Since he seemed to be alone in that decision, she hastened to catch up, reaching the man and his Fletchling entourage just as he was entering the store.
"Yo, Kazuki ," She greeted. "Iâm not sure this is such a good idea-" She paused, eyeing the door. "Although in fairness, I guess it would get us off the streetâŚ" Sure, a "wing stop" joint had some obviously ominous connotations for a player looking to protect their tiny avian charges, but perhaps it was a bluff. All three options had equally suspicious names, after all. And it would get them out of the way of the charging hoard⌠Perhaps the army would simply rush on past, not even checking inside? Maybe?
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