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Weekend Warrior
Round 2
Posts: 386
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Angelo Alvarez
OOC Username: Sleepy
Arena Points: 10
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Post by Saint on Jun 9, 2024 3:21:35 GMT 9
Saint’s head shook; it shook and shook even as Silvermoon accepted his trembling fingers and their biting nails, the squeeze of their hands too soft, too kind.
Their voice rang true: he could not stop people from hurting themselves, but he shouldn’t have followed. He should have spared himself the opportunity.
He paused when Silvermoon asked about him. Are you okay?
His avatar was whole. His body, beyond this— and he knew there was something beyond this, remember this isn’t real— would be in tact. He would wake up and find himself in his shitty dorm room with his shitty roommate, Lacrimosa and the golden banquet nothing more than a fable to rot in his dreams.
His eyes were looking on the ground past their clasped hands. “… I wanted to hurt him. I came so close to doing it.”
His body had stopped shaking entirely, eyes softening with the first layer of tears. “I think I did it anyways, even though I tried not to.”
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Saint
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Weekend Warrior
Round 2
Posts: 386
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Angelo Alvarez
OOC Username: Sleepy
Arena Points: 10
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Post by Saint on Jun 9, 2024 3:09:22 GMT 9
The Swift hit as expected, but the results were minimal— the espeon shrugged it off, only growing more enraged— or agonized?
The fog around them grew darker.
Kintsugi lunged, but even the Type: Null’s full weight and a direct hit from X-Scissor wasn’t enough to deter the corrupted espeon.
“Water Pulse!” Saint ordered, watching as Fondue opened his mouth and released the blasts of water. “It’ll land. We can keep hitting it with attacks that won’t miss, but—”
He looked around. The espeon was only barricading the main hall, wasn’t it? “I’m not sure if it’s possible to beat it battling like this.”
He thought back to the letter—sacrificial lamb. The title had unnerved him, and yet he hadn’t winced, hadn’t thought of it too deeply compared to the rest of the note. He had subconsciously accepted it.
“I’ve been looking into corruption,” he mumbled, hand curling around Silvermoon’s arm, gently tugging them back as the black fog crawled closer to their feet, his eyes flicking to their pokemon standing in the thick of it, trying to fend off a monster. “They’re built to be resilient. No type is effective against them.”
His brows furrowed, mouth set in a frown. “Maybe there’s another way? I could— I could try to contain it with my gyarados, maybe.” Like a sentient chain. He reached into his pocket, taking out the ECLIPSE STONE. “And I still have this.”
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Saint
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Weekend Warrior
Round 2
Posts: 386
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Angelo Alvarez
OOC Username: Sleepy
Arena Points: 10
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Post by Saint on Feb 25, 2024 10:46:34 GMT 9
The door opened. Saint was rendered speechless by the chamber that lied within, a grand hall of marble and ancient décor. “Whoever this temple was for, they were well-loved,” Saint mumbled, fingers brushing against the twinkling metal railings. Every step here was echoed, and he was distinctly reminded of the cathedrals back home, designed to sing back to the choir.
But what sang for them was the farthest from angelic. Taps of something, like a cane—or a clink of metal. He turned his head, eyes wide at the sight of what emerged from the main hallway. “That’s—!”
In a vague sense, it was an Espeon. In a blatant sense, it was the stuff of nightmares. As if you took an Espeon and put it in a blender. Its rolling pupils landed on them by the hundreds, and he could hear its scream rattle his ears despite it having no mouth.
Cursing, Saint fumbled for the right Poké Ball. The battlefield was vast, but connecting the platforms were bridges that could accommodate two people at best. A Gyarados falling into the chasm below would meet a rather unfortunate end. Or they would, crushed under such bulk.
“I’m sending out my Vaporeon,” he said to Silvermoon, as the aforementioned Pokémon burst out of his ball and landed before the strange creature. He made no effort to lower his voice. There was no point. “If that scream is anything to go by, I don’t think it’s only using traditional senses for this fight.” Dread overcame his features, pulling his mouth down. “It might be reading our thoughts.”
Mobility aside, Fondue seemed to be a good call. The vaporeon had never been given to strong reactions, and whatever thoughts he may have had regarding his bastardized cousin were indecipherable from his expression and body language. His tail swayed behind him, fins splayed to show alert, not alarm.
Yet Saint worried regardless, because while he could trust his Pokémon, there was no telling what a glitch—was it a glitch? Was it corruption?—what this thing was capable of.
“Haze!” Even if it can predict their strategies, he can still play safe. A thick, black fog rolled across the marble, enveloping Fondue and the Espeon and rolling off the edges of the platform. “Then Swift!”
Fondue growled, his form briefly outlined from the dim—in a starry glow that burst from his body in a stream of sharp light, homing in on the opponent as if magnetized.
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Saint
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Weekend Warrior
Round 2
Posts: 386
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Angelo Alvarez
OOC Username: Sleepy
Arena Points: 10
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Post by Saint on Feb 20, 2024 8:04:40 GMT 9
Of course he was. Why did he even bother asking? Saint sighed, already redirecting his efforts from the conversation towards climbing up the building. He didn’t have a good view of how The Captain was planning on entering the shipwreck, but it was best to see it for himself. He gave Bungeoppang orders to search for an alternate entrance, if there was one that could accommodate her size.
“Nearly there!” Saint huffed. “Do not! Go in! Without me!” As he yanked himself up the sunken building.
He sighed as he finally got both knees over the ledge. Man, he needed to take rock climbing lessons or something. “Okay… I’m here. I’m—”
Only to reel back, nearly throwing himself off the side of the building when he’s face-to-face with seashell print. Sputtering violently, he scrambled to his feet, face burning with embarrassment. “Captain, where are your pants?! And clothes? In general?” Oh, would you look at that, he really does have a tail—focus.
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Saint
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Weekend Warrior
Round 2
Posts: 386
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Angelo Alvarez
OOC Username: Sleepy
Arena Points: 10
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Post by Saint on Feb 20, 2024 7:31:50 GMT 9
Saint didn’t buy it, and his face made it clear he didn’t buy it, brows lowering in a look of suspicion until argent shoulder checked him hard enough to make him stumble.
“Finn,” he sighed, glaring at the guy as he rubbed his shoulder. An unwelcomed gesture, but—it spoke volumes. He knew Finn, and if he truly did not give a shit, that was not what he would say. Saint walked faster on the snow, following the haphazard footprints. argent was moving as if it was the slope itself that had taken his charmander, not—
“Finn, if you want him back, you need to go to the Everworld and take on Seta’s Trial.” Saint knew this, despite having not undertaken it himself, the threat of losing his Pokémon one that often drove him away from battle. “It’s… like a mini-game. Except um.” His face scrunched. “You know that guy in 108? Um, Matt, I think he goes to your parties and sells—anyway, it’s kind of like his stories when he's been mixing. Mind-bending… soul-searching stuff.”
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Saint
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Weekend Warrior
Round 2
Posts: 386
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Angelo Alvarez
OOC Username: Sleepy
Arena Points: 10
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Post by Saint on Feb 17, 2024 14:20:37 GMT 9
| SHERBET | 85c3b9 | [tangent= ]WEAKNESS[/tangent] [tangent=ALWAYS APPLICABLE +10 Rare
CIRCUMSTANTIAL +5 Water Type Moves]➕ BONUS[/tangent]
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GLACEON | THEY/THEM | | | SWEEPER | 150 HP | ATK: 2D20 | RARE (+10) |
BASIC MOVES 01-10
TIER 1 MOVES 10-20
TIER 2 MOVES 20-30
TIER 3 MOVES 30-50
TIER 4 MOVES 50-70 Z MOVES
TIER 5 MOVES ALL
TM/HM MOVES
| PERSONALITY: The last remaining brain cell. Desperately wants to befriend Fondue but it's like trying to connect with the Rosetta Stone.
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Saint
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Weekend Warrior
Round 2
Posts: 386
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Angelo Alvarez
OOC Username: Sleepy
Arena Points: 10
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Post by Saint on Feb 17, 2024 13:31:56 GMT 9
ARCHIVE 1: ASPER Starter Lab: Saint
SUMMARY GOES HERE just testing the formatting why do i insist on this bullshit tbh oh wait its bc i have the memory of a goldfish and insist on long term storylines hey guess what song im listening to 'over a contract we speak, im sinking down again, you got me and its in you where i always end, real is good, i guess so, as long as i know, im wishing that the whole thing was just a lie so off expected we conclude, i have myself to thank, its all cause i am still a _________" {notes} - met professor ash [NPC] - successfully did not wet his pants out of fear of authority figures - the professor liked gumball's nickname! - obtained gumball the popplio
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Saint
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Weekend Warrior
Round 2
Posts: 386
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Angelo Alvarez
OOC Username: Sleepy
Arena Points: 10
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Post by Saint on Feb 17, 2024 13:25:17 GMT 9
ARCHIVESPlease select which database to load:
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Saint
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Weekend Warrior
Round 2
Posts: 386
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Angelo Alvarez
OOC Username: Sleepy
Arena Points: 10
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Post by Saint on Feb 17, 2024 13:16:27 GMT 9
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Saint
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Weekend Warrior
Round 2
Posts: 386
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Angelo Alvarez
OOC Username: Sleepy
Arena Points: 10
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Post by Saint on Feb 17, 2024 13:15:30 GMT 9
LEGENDARY TRACKERJIRACHIHATCHING
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Saint
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Weekend Warrior
Round 2
Posts: 386
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Angelo Alvarez
OOC Username: Sleepy
Arena Points: 10
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Post by Saint on Feb 17, 2024 13:12:20 GMT 9
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Saint
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Weekend Warrior
Round 2
Posts: 386
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Angelo Alvarez
OOC Username: Sleepy
Arena Points: 10
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Post by Saint on Feb 17, 2024 7:32:11 GMT 9
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/1107895957519081622/1145884362253021254/200_casual~png One haphazard dance session later, and Angelo found himself collapsing beside Kasey, in a rumpled, laughing mess.
“I’ve never been a dancer, but Christ. Promise me you’ll take whatever you just saw to the grave,” he huffed, wiping his face with one hand while the other dropped the borrowed joycon on the bed. His fingers rubbed his eyes.
He overheard Kasey’s continued laugh, now in disbelief as they tried to giggle through an apology, which in turn only made him continue the feedback loop of giggles. “It’s fine, it’s okay.”
His body felt pleasantly heavy now, and he forced himself to get up, knowing that if he stayed put any longer, there was a very real chance he’d fall asleep on Kasey’s bed. He yawned, too tired to even dread the walk back to his hotel.
Only to choke on air in the middle of it, as Kasey moved towards the chaise, hastily reaching to grab them. “Wait—no, what?! No!”
He shook his head, regretful of the outburst. “No, I mean—I can’t. That’s too much. I’m not taking both your evening and your bed,” he laughed tiredly. “Sleep here. You need to be well-rested for the con tomorrow. I’ll just head back.”
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Saint
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Weekend Warrior
Round 2
Posts: 386
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Angelo Alvarez
OOC Username: Sleepy
Arena Points: 10
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Post by Saint on Feb 17, 2024 7:31:02 GMT 9
The urge to fling himself into Moltres’ iridescent flames grew dim as Silvermoon ushered him back, his hands twitching, tense, and eventually relenting as they were gently grasped.
I was worried. He stared at their clasped hands, mouth still set in a frown, eyes soft with guilt. “I’m sorry.”
It was strange, how coincidences worked. As Silvermoon recounted the state he was found in, he could only think of their first meeting. The tables had turned.
The mention of Lacrimosa brought emotion back to his face, and he tugged impulsively as if shocked or reeling from the memory of a bite. “No, I—Lacrimosa is not a song.” Even though that voice now played in his head, persistently. “When I entered Mistra, I wasn’t alone. There is a player who goes by that name.”
He needed to fidget, but didn’t want to let go. His hands squeezed theirs in a pattern, thumbing their knuckles as he gathered his thoughts. “I don’t know why I’m acting like this. He didn’t even do anything wrong. He just wanted to go in, and I followed him because I was… worried.”
His gaze grew distant, staring at pale hands entangled with darker ones. “At least I was the first time.”
He shook his head, gripping Silvermoon’s hands, his own trembling. “That's bad, isn't it? That I let him go, even though I knew it wouldn’t be safe.” A stupid, unnecessary question, but one that came out regardless.
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Saint
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Weekend Warrior
Round 2
Posts: 386
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Angelo Alvarez
OOC Username: Sleepy
Arena Points: 10
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Post by Saint on Feb 16, 2024 15:12:27 GMT 9
Silvermoon reached for him, and accepting came naturally enough, Saint pulling them into a hug. As easily as holding their hand on the back of Zapdos, on a wishing ship, and in crowded San Francisco streets. It was comforting, and grounding.
Saint tilted his head at the sight of the stone. This one was also perfectly smooth, yet the whole of it was a soft yellow. A miniature sun, and even with his hand only hovering over its surface, he could feel the warmth radiating off it.
“I was looking for you.” He first answered their question. “About something pretty similar, actually.”
He pulled out the Eclipse Stone from his inventory, presenting it to them. “This one is called the Eclipse Stone. When you said quest, did you also get a weird message?”
Had it been a summons? A crease settled between Saint’s brows. “Mine didn’t ask me to go anywhere. It just gave me this stone, told me it would help further my potential. And I guess, it encouraged me to have allies.” It called me a Sacrificial Lamb.
He smiled. “So it led me to you. But… now what?” He turned to the temple and the large wooden doors. He had seen Silvermoon try the usual methods. It was firmly locked.
His eyes landed on the recess replacing the lock on the handles.
“Maybe we should try putting them in those holes? If yours is Daybreak, it might suit the sun patterns better. I’ll try mine if it doesn’t work.”
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Saint
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Weekend Warrior
Round 2
Posts: 386
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Angelo Alvarez
OOC Username: Sleepy
Arena Points: 10
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Post by Saint on Feb 16, 2024 14:49:29 GMT 9
“Okay, so even the cute deer are cursed!” Saint huffed, running as fast as his legs can carry him and his metric-fuckton of heavy clothes and equipment. “Great! Fantastic!”
<Aiming.> Pudding was riding his shoulder, her wide gaze fixated on the deerling that was hot on their heels. The creature had not uttered a word, chasing them doggedly through the autumn wonderland. Piles of red leaves were sent fluttering in the air.
Saint had no idea which path they were on, only that they were traveling deeper. Far deeper than he had intended.
<Firing.>
Pudding’s ears stood, psychic energy building into little balls of light on her temples, before she aimed the next blast at the deerling.
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