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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 Sept 12, 2023 1:12:41 GMT 9
| CINNAMON | f0b3b3 | [tangent=]WEAKNESS[/tangent] [tangent=ALWAYS APPLICABLE +10 Rare
CIRCUMSTANTIAL +]➕ BONUS[/tangent]
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AUDINO | SHE/HER | | | UNEQUIPPED | 100 HP | ATK: 20 DMG | RARE (+10) |
BASIC MOVES 01-10 pound, play nice, disarming voice, baby-doll eyes
TIER 1 MOVES 10-20 helping hand, growl, zen headbutt
TIER 2 MOVES 20-30 life dew, after you
TIER 3 MOVES 30-50 take down, simple beam, hyper voice, heal pulse, double edge
TIER 4 MOVES 50-70 Z MOVES entrainment, misty terrain, last resort
TIER 5 MOVES ALL
TM/HM MOVES
| PERSONALITY: Kind, generous, nurturing— the ideal healer. But can be blindsided by her impulse to heal others, foregoing her own needs to treat someone regardless if they're harmful to her. Worrywart tendencies come naturally.
| OTHER INFORMATION: Originally argent's pokemon.
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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 Sept 12, 2023 0:51:09 GMT 9
TRAINER SUBCLASSESALCHEMISTSUPPORT SPECIALIST CATALYSTEXPLODING DICE FREEZERICE-TYPE DREAMERPSYCHIC-TYPE
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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 Sept 12, 2023 0:42:22 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 Sept 12, 2023 0:29:38 GMT 9
The wind brushed through his hair, tugging his clothes as it passed. He watched as a leaf it carried flew past the boundary– only to die in the middle of its journey, falling quickly and unnaturally on the ground just a few meters away, as if the air itself had disappeared or had been cut down by a weapon. That was how he knew where it was.
The boundary between Mistra and Asper.
<Saint?> The chime of a soft voice broke him out of the trance. He turned, looked down to see his newly-acquired Audino daintily stepping over, her voice the sound of wind chimes. <Someone is approaching. Quickly.> The swirling antennae at the ends of her bell ears twitched, but the Audino seemed more concerned about her trainer. <Are you alright? You seemed distracted.>
“I’m fine. Just– uneasy.” They should have set up farther away. “Thank you, Cinnamon.” He patted her head, though it did little to alleviate her worries. She stayed close to his side as he made his way over to the flag.
Saint was well-aware of the dangers. After his encounter with Silvermoon, he had gone on to conduct more research online, reading anecdotes from players who had braved Mistra. Many spoke of the power you could obtain there, but even more detailed horrors of every kind. Saint didn’t understand why anyone would subject themselves to something that appeared to pull from your deepest fears, but he supposed people would do anything for power.
It was unlikely he’d be able to stop them, but he couldn’t just sit by while people got themselves hurt, could he?
“Hello! Over here!” Saint waved his arm to get their attention. He and Cinnamon had set up something of a small camp– medical supplies, berries, restoratives on a platform of stone. A cot made from a sleeping bag. A hand-stitched flag bearing a blue cross fluttering to broadcast their location.
“Welcome to the checkpoint! Do you need assistance?” There was a small tug on his leg. He looked down to Cinnamon frowning up at him, uncertain as she glanced between him and the newcomer. “Don’t worry. We’re just making sure. And besides—”
He looked up and smiled. “They seem nice.” Long white hair and kind features. They reminded him of his friend. And he was intrigued by the horns and the fawn-like ears, admiring players who took their character into their own hands.
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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 Sept 9, 2023 3:41:25 GMT 9
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/1107895957519081622/1145884362253021254/200_casual~png To his relief, jumping to assumptions had not broken their friendship, only his dignity. He smiled as they thanked him, putting their name to memory. Kasey. It suited them.
“Lunch, huh?” What he should be doing was turning around and heading back to the hotel so he could grab his bags before Finn decided they looked better on the driveway. Maybe look for a new room. There was no telling what the man was capable of now that he’d royally pissed him off.
But he looked at Kasey, the first internet friend he had met in person, and he thought about the con. Once in a lifetime. “I could go for lunch.” He could still grab them from a driveway. Unlike some people, he understood laundry.
He tilted his head, glancing over to the line, which had thinned considerably after that short fiasco. “You wanted taco rice bowls?”
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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 Sept 8, 2023 4:03:48 GMT 9
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/1107895957519081622/1145884362253021254/200_casual~png It’s only after the words complete their Slip ‘N Slide journey from his brain and out of his mouth that Angelo realized just what he said. He did not allow this to show. He did not turn his head to see how Finn was reacting, despite feeling the burning gaze on his profile.
(He did still take massive psychic damage at seeing Silvermoon’s reaction, but he had already accepted the friendship was over.)
Finn protested, and Angelo internally braced himself to be grabbed or hit, but it seemed the humiliation was an instant kill. Angelo couldn’t describe the feeling — something between mortification and a sense of triumph. He called Finn names, but he had never stood up to him to this extent.
But it’s a victory short-lived. As Finn stomped off, Angelo reached to pinch the bridge of his nose under his glasses, pressing his eyes closed as regret seeped in, thick and slow as molasses. What the fuck had he done?
He’s internally debating between hitchhiking to Cleveland or starting anew in San Francisco when Silvermoon regarded him. He blinked, shocked to see them still there, and then stifled a laugh.
“I— no, sorry, I lied. We aren’t dating. I would never.” He sighed, wiping his face and readjusting his glasses. “I just said that so he’d leave. I doubt he would’ve left you alone otherwise.”
He bowed his head, grateful for his complexion; grateful that they can’t see just how embarrassed he was. He had been burning like a barbecue since this encounter started. “And I’m—sorry, that you had to witness that. Pleasure to meet you, I'm Angelo. And, uh… good… bye forever? If you want that.” They’ve been so nice. It's too bad his first impression subjected them to horrors.
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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 Sept 8, 2023 2:35:26 GMT 9
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/1107895957519081622/1145884362253021254/200_casual~png Angelo’s hand was shrugged off, Finn — the bull of the century, captain shitlord — adamantly refusing his ticket out of a future harassment charge. This was expected, of course, but it still didn’t make Angelo any less pissed off.
The thing is, Angelo knew these types of people intimately. Had been plagued by them every day of his life; the kinds of people who treat others like rugs, wiping their boots thinking they have the right as long as there isn’t a ‘No’ — and then asking why they weren't told sooner.
And he was doing it to Silvermoon. Silvermoon who, while still a largely unknown presence in his life, deserved better than to have their con experience sullied by his brat of a roommate.
So when he heard that soft voice ask if he and Finn were friends, Angelo tore his glare from Finn and finally met their eyes.
“We are not friends.” The truth without a second’s hesitance. Angelo hated him, and Finn considered his existence either a convenience to exploit, a pest to ignore, or a target to torment. But if he considered his voice so worthless, then it shouldn’t matter what he says next.
“We’re dating. He’s my cheating shithead of a boyfriend, and I advise you to stay away.”
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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 Sept 7, 2023 5:28:45 GMT 9
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/1107895957519081622/1145884362253021254/200_casual~png The plan to abandon Finn at the hotel room so he can drown in the Jacuzzi had fallen through. Angelo had left too late, and the entrance to UNOVRCon required most to walk through the Arena Plaza anyway so — here he was.
He was tapping through his phone as he followed Finn to a food truck, maintaining his sanity by reading people’s live tweets about the event. This would be a mistake he would come to regret.
He blinked. Angelo didn’t have a very– extensive friends list, so this hadn’t been a possibility he anticipated. Fear seized his heart. He wasn’t ready, and while he made the effort to make his in-game avatar close to his real face — no catfishing here — he still felt woefully under-prepared to subject people to his actual person.
He looked up, eyes flicking in search. There were far too many people around, but his eyes latched onto a head of light hair, the stranger baring the most resemblance to his online friend—
The pretty stranger that Finn was accosting.
“Fuck.” His hand tightened around his phone. Maybe it was someone else?
But the stranger’s eyes eventually catch him, pinning him there, wide. They fished out their phone and it’s a gavel upon Angelo’s fate. A situation he can’t run from.
(And why would you run from this? What kind of a friend are you?)
“Finn.” The name was pushed out as if hurt. Angelo’s eyes were set on his roommate, trying not to meet Silvermoon’s. Heat crawled up his neck as he called attention to himself, his hand moving to pull Finn back by his arm. His voice was heavy and quiet; exhausted. Stop crowding a stranger, you fuck. “They aren’t interested. Just back off.”
Delivered in the same tone as a Can we go now?
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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 Sept 5, 2023 22:44:04 GMT 9
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/1107895957519081622/1145884362253021254/200_casual~png Angelo did not know what to feel. Was it karma? The game telling him that fishing is his true calling, and that he’s doomed in the world of athletics?
He did not need VR to tell him what he already knew.
Regardless, he heads over to the prize exchange — a little antsy, a lot excited as he lines up to meet the event-exclusive Booth Bethany. There’s already quite a few folks who have won, and he wonders how many would be making repeats throughout the event. There is always that one player. His younger sister, Mon, was one of them, and he ruminates on those years spent watching her clear out the Timezone prize wall with her hoards of tickets.
When it’s his turn, he hands his ticket and con pass over with a smile. “Hello, I’d like to redeem this. It’s from Splashmother’s Landing?”
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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 Sept 5, 2023 22:31:21 GMT 9
Angelo needed a break. Which is funny, since the point of playing the games was to relax, but then gold parkour decided to puree him and let him experience the sensation of being buried alive so — a break it is.
Watching the virtual ocean spread before him, Angelo felt a little more at home. There’s less people around compared to the other game, but the group that’s present feels less chaotic, skewing more towards resourceful as he sees everyone scavenge and reel in ingredients from seacheese to sea grapes and fish of quite literally every kind.
He thinks he sees Silvermoon over by the beach. He waves, or does his best to, but it’s doubtful they’d spot him considering he was off on a surfboard in the middle of the ocean. Not far from him, a ship bobbed, and he grimaces as he sees a player — Wolf — struggling with the motions. “Hey, are you alright over there?!” He contemplates approaching to lend aid, but despite her nausea, the stranger manages to topple a Gyarados, making faster progress on her ingredient harvest than him.
She should be fine. After checking one more time, Angelo turns and dives into the sea. He takes his time, perhaps longer than he should—this weird ocean is very distracting—he settles on catching a sweet-looking exotic ingredient: A Jell-O-Fish!
He curses while loading it in an ingredient basket, its gummy worm tendrils touching his skin and making it feel — jiggly? M8DfSel41d101d10 1d10·1d10
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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 Sept 5, 2023 0:09:51 GMT 9
Angelo didn’t usually care about height, but holy fuck. He’s in a pit of foam cubes and he’s sinking. Either this pit has deep spots, or he needs platform shoes.
He has to cling to something — which turns out to be a leg. “Oh, shit, uh, sorry,” he stammers to the guy who’s just — lying face down in the foam? Yeah, he feels that. And it seems the others in the group are in agreement.
But Verai has other ideas. The man calls for calm, only to suddenly yell for everyone to get out.
“Wh—what is that?!” Cement? The activators they use for slime ASMR? Dyed lava?
Angelo isn’t sticking around (pardon) to find out how creative the programmers can get. He starts pulling himself as best as he can through the pool—
—which is unfortunately not fast enough, because of aforementioned baby legs.
He is drowned and entombed in the foam pit.
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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 Sept 4, 2023 13:20:26 GMT 9
The expression on Angelo’s face could dry an oasis. Of course, he should have expected it; Finn would pay for a luxury suite only to make someone crash on the couch, or in the damn tub. It’s not about fulfilling a wish. It’s about bastardizing it.
The look Finn shoots him at the mention of the bed causes him to tense, a sensation like claws raking up his spine. He does not know what would happen if he were to accept that offer; he's scared to find out.
“Couch it is.”
He tosses Finn’s luggage straight at him, heedless if it spills the drink in his hands. He’s not being paid to valet.
“Excuse me.” He pivots, heading back to the living room where he can stow the rest of the luggage — his own — and get ready as soon as possible, to hopefully leave without having to escort the enigma plaguing his life.
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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 Sept 4, 2023 12:54:05 GMT 9
Saint scowls as Argent snaps at him, his hands curling into the fabric of his jacket as his belongings are carelessly tossed on the dirt. The spark of relief he feels seeing Argent dismiss Taiyaki’s pokeball — and of course he does, because he’s a moron playing a game he knows jack shit about out of spite — is overwritten by the sheer frustration he feels.
Gumball eyes the two trainers, his cheeks still puffed up, a little panicked. The Water Gun is ready, but he doesn’t want to douse his trainer’s things. Some of those things are his friends! He smacks Saint’s shoulder frantically, trying to get his trainer to do something.
But he doesn’t. He stands, as he always has, allowing others to tread over him, to make a mockery of him. It’s the same in the classroom, it’s the same at work, and now at home and in the one escape he has.
When the trade window pops up, Saint has to forcefully unclench his jaw.
“If all you wanted was a trade, you could have asked.” And he wants the Shinx and the Litleo? He could have them. Saint had been intending to trade them away in the first place, and the Audino is a very welcome addition to his healer team.
OFFERING SHINX AND LITLEO FOR TRADE
He confirms the trade, and the pokeballs in question glow for a minute, before swapping into their new inventories. A window:
TRADE ACCEPTED!
“Pleasure doing business with you,” he says, dryly. “Fire, Gumball.”
And then Gumball power-washes Argent.
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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 Sept 4, 2023 0:11:23 GMT 9
Angelo is escaping the mirrors when he hears the sound of his handle being called, spotting @nephilim being chased further down the hall. Strange feeling there — nervousness, because their last encounter had embarrassed him deeply (looking like a raving lunatic would do that to most), and anticipation, because that meant another UNOVR player he knew was wandering the event.
There’s the sound of shattering behind his ear and a familiar ape screech, and Angelo hits the gas, clutching his treasure as he continues. Another familiar thing occurs: small holes receding into the walls—a throwing weapon trap. But there’s no way forwards.
He looks to the left and sees instead a hatch. Shoving the monkey paw in his shirt again (and yes, it did stop feeling weird after the first time), Angelo squeezed himself through the narrow passageway, barely managing to avoid getting hit by a barrage of daggers.
His head pops out to a relatively safe room—only to feel something narrowly slam into the back of his head. Yelping, Angelo pulls back to witness two players shoot forwards, apparently having ridden a slide poised on top of the shortcut he’d taken.
The players are sent into a trap of foam blocks, Verai and Kallisto among them. “Ah, shit!” He pops out of the wall, and lands face-first in the pit. p9uKDTWg1d101d10 1d10·1d10
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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 Sept 3, 2023 3:16:11 GMT 9
There is so much noise. People yelling, monkeys screaming, pillars crumbling like civilizations — Angelo is fairly certain he even heard a dinosaur’s roar. For every rope he climbs, every corridor he unearths, every slope he squeezes past, the guardians remain in pursuit.
And then the landscape shifts. The maze transitions from a crumbling temple to something straight out of a circus attraction: Angelo narrowly managing to hit the brakes before he gets a face full of—well, himself.
“A mirror?” he blinks, reaching out to touch the cool surface. It pulled his features, making him look less like an anxious Filipino ball and more like uncooked mafaldine.
He continues down the hall of mirrors, entranced as his reflection is distorted every which way, only to stop as he spots M'Foxy leaning at the end of the hall, consorting with a Cofagrigus.
The Cofagrigus seems to pause, only for its many hands to extend at the same time, like a beast opening its jaws.
Angelo turns and goes running the other way.
A ghostly cackle behind him. He curses, speeding up, but unable to outrun the rapidly approaching Cofagrigus. How do you beat these encounters? Bribery didn’t work, seduction didn’t work, and the only reason he even got away from the Archeops was—
That’s it!
Pulling out the golden Mankey paw from his pockets, Angelo threw it at the mirrors, smashing them and sending shards to rain down the hall. He shielded his face, chanting under his breath—This isn’t real, this isn’t property damage, this isn’t real, this isn’t property damage—and hurrying as his ghostly pursuer is distracted.
He’s about to emerge from the hall of mirrors when something hits him atop the head, bouncing in the air and landing back in his hands.
Golden Mankey paw. HdnLxxjm1d101d10 1d10·1d10
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