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Weekend Warrior
Round 2
Posts: 386
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Player Name: Angelo Alvarez
OOC Username: Sleepy
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Post by Saint on Sept 1, 2023 23:21:03 GMT 9
For a while, it seems as if he’s found his rhythm. Angelo runs down the corridor, evading the feral guardians. He’s honestly surprised! Between the man-eating birds, the Indiana Jones boulder, and the random King Kong, his luck at the maze hadn’t been stellar, but his run is lasting a lot longer than he expected.
Maybe it’s because he finally stopped talking. Yeah! Stopped feeding this stupid treasure he got — why did he even pick a paw? Why not an Ipad with GPS? Stupid!
He digs his heels into the ground as his route hits a dead end, spotting a small group of players maneuvering through a line of pillars.
“Verai?” Angelo would recognize him anywhere — the first person who’d been kind to him in UNOVR. But there’s no time to chat. The screeching creature hurtling this way was out for blood.
“Watch out for your ankles!” He calls, no longer hesitating as he leaps to grab the hanging ropes above. This time, he's not offering himself as bird food! He swings, trying to get across as fast as possible before the hunters get too close. WTj5VreS1d101d10 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 1, 2023 0:11:19 GMT 9
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/1107895957519081622/1145884362253021254/200_casual~png Angelo stops by the doorway. A sigh. A clatter as he leans down to pick up the luggage blocking entry, expecting no thanks and no relief.
His first thought is that the room is far too big. It makes their dorm look like a joke; carved wood and marble patterns, modern flourishes that were completely unnecessary except to rub the bill in your face. He shudders under the blast of fragrant air, unable to rub his bare arms while carrying all the bags.
Should’ve worn a jacket. Should’ve stayed at campus. Should’ve said no to Finn.
Finn.
Angelo stands at the foot of the king-sized bed, watching Finn lounge like an aristocrat’s albino tiger. Unable to help marveling at a specimen in his natural habitat. This is where he belongs, and yet he still half-expects him to shotgun the overpriced drink in his hand.
Angelo’s nose scrunches, his face conflicted. He doesn’t know what to think. Doesn’t understand why Finn would bring him here, grant him a wish so dearly held when he delights in tormenting him at every opportunity. A blight. A blessing. As far as Angelo knows, their meeting had been coincidental; everything after, deliberate.
He adjusts his glasses back from where they tilted, ignoring the bait and opting to look around. “Where am I supposed to sleep?”
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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 Aug 31, 2023 17:46:28 GMT 9
Was this it? How he’d lose his first life? Being eaten by a nest of hungry little muppets?
Angelo made a noise of frustration. This game was even simpler than UNOVR’s open world mechanics — how could he die so easily? The Archeops’ grip on him is tight; he can’t hope to rip its claw off him. But he doesn’t have to.
The longer it flies, the lower the Archeops dips, exertion clear despite how persistently it tries to reach its nest. When he feels the claw’s grip flag, that’s when Angelo begins to struggle, thrashing wildly in the air. Below him are the rest of the players, if he could just—
RIIIIIP!
He falls, screaming.
“Don’t splat, don’t splat, DON’T SPLAT!” The ground is rapidly heading towards him.
He feels something stir in his shirt: the golden Mankey’s paw curling another finger.
A boulder bursts into view.
“SHIT!” Angelo’s feet barely hit the top of the rock. He immediately begins running backward, moving with the runaway boulder’s momentum as its dragged by the slope.
“I’M SORRY! JUMP! GET OUT OF THE WAY!” he cries, flapping his arms like a duck as he watches ozone and Kallisto run like mad in front of the boulder. If it didn’t mean losing his balance and becoming pancakes, Angelo would cover his eyes; he didn’t want to see players get flattened!
But the two runners disappear. A large trap door under their feet had opened, swallowing them up, and Angelo is knocked off the boulder as it slams into the fallen pillar.
“Ughh…” He groans, lying on the ground. Another player, a huge one by the name of Vincent darts past him, slipping under the boulder. And then Angelo hears it: the monkeys.
“Goddamn it…” He scrambles to pick himself up — grabbing the accursed Mankey’s paw as he stands — and tries to chase after the other player.
Which turns out to be a mistake, of course.
A huge monkey — the biggest one they’ve encountered so far — blocks the path. Vincent attempts a jump, and Angelo at this point decides he’s not risking his nerdy ligaments.
“Look! Shiny!” He cries, taking out the golden paw from his shirt and tossing it to distract the oversized guardian. He scurries across as it turns away from him, tugging on a thread he had wrapped around the treasure to pull it back as he runs. dQawbHpi1d101d10 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 Aug 29, 2023 16:46:05 GMT 9
The moment he saw an opening, Angelo had booked it. As grateful as he is to be able to attend a con for his favorite game, having to rely on his loaded roommate required sacrificing much of what’s left of his pride. Plus, argent was as insufferable to share a hotel room with as he is back at the dorms. A break was much needed.
Now if only he chose something that was actually relaxing.
Wild monkey screaming assail his ears, an Infernape tailing him and hellbent on tearing him to shreds. He has never been more afraid of monkeys until this. And to make matters worse, he hadn’t even nabbed a treasure he liked. He clutches the golden Mankey paw he snagged from the edge of the treasure room closer to his chest, leaping as far as his feet can take him.
The heat of the lava river scares him. He takes an alternate path, only to for the walls to receded and become pockmarked with small tubes. Arrows.
“Ow, ow, ow, ow!” The maze spits him back out. It had curled all the way back, merging with the other path. The illusion of choice.
He wastes precious time stumbling and picking out arrows from his virtual body. The other players were already ahead of him. He watches as ibis and orioncayge swing across the deep pit, his stomach doing a flip as he sees their feet touch the crumbling end of the opposite platform. A cold gust of air rises from the pit.
“I wish there was an easier way to escape…” Angelo shudders. He’s about to stuff the Mankey paw in his shirt and have a go when he hears a screech from above—
And suddenly, he’s airborne.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”
A large claw has embedded itself into Angelo’s clothes, lifting him up. The Archeops lets out a cry of its own, flying across the pit and away from the beaten path. Its species isn’t made to fly long distances. Angelo’s face pales as he spots a nest atop one of the crumbling pillars. A nest full of hungry little Archen.
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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 Aug 27, 2023 13:29:47 GMT 9
Saint remains patient. He expected nothing as he asked that question and he expected nothing as he offered the bag of marshmallows, so when Silvermoon takes the bag without eating and stammers a response, he doesn’t mention it.
What does get his attention are the wounds on their leg. “That’s—!” He tenses, biting down on his tongue. His hand is in the air, reaching as if to grab, the desire to inspect and treat such ghastly punctures and lacerations deeply-ingrained – he refrains. His hand closes, instead moving to his bag.
“A flooded castle… boxes… a creature?” None of it makes sense. Whatever Silvermoon had found in Mistra had been unlike anything he had encountered thus far. He pauses his search to glance up, seeing Kintsugi lean into Silvermoon, the two of them finding comfort in each other. Saint’s mouth twists. Just what is Mistra?
He pulls out first aid supplies. “I’d guess you were washed out. Like I said, there’s a river that fills this lake. But you could have also been teleported.” His brows are furrowed as he unwinds bandages. “If that thing had killed you, you should have respawned at a shrine, not here. Strange.”
He turns to them now, kneeling. “Do you mind if I check on your wounds? They appear to be healing, but we should make sure they’re not infected.” Maybe not infected in the sense he’s used to. He can only hope that whatever they had drowned in hadn’t been tainted.
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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 Aug 26, 2023 18:55:24 GMT 9
For a second, a nightmare flashes before his eyes: Finn in uniform, standing at a podium, the scales of justice at his back. With a slip of his venomous tongue, the entire room kowtows, the world bending to his whims. Angelo is well-aware the man is the spoiled, rich son of a powerful family; it’s not often he’s reminded what the repercussions of that are.
A politician. Lawmaker. Harbinger of the end times.
“Stuff it, you gave me permission when I began doing your laundry,” is his retort, batting at argent’s outstretched arm. Tall people are pieces of shit! “And we aren’t kids. You’re in your twenties!”
But it’s futile. The precious package goes sailing across the air and cracking over a rock. Saint shoves off Argent, moving to grab it.
The wooden box cracks. Saint pauses in the middle, eyes widening as the pastel wood splits, tearing apart the Pikachu sticker on its side.
A thick black substances spills over the ground. Saint scrambles back as it reaches for his shoes. A pile of fabric emerges from the ruined box.
The fabric stirs, growing bigger, spilling more ink. Taking on the form of a giant patchwork Pikachu plushie.
Giant claws emerge from under the Mimikyu, grabbing both trainers. Saint yelps, attempting to run, but the claw grabs him by his waist. He thrashes, watching as the ground gets farther from the soles of his feet.
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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 Aug 26, 2023 14:26:46 GMT 9
It had been another peaceful day. Saint is at his favorite fishing spot as usual, living out life as a faux-NPC. His feet dangled over the water, shoes and bag placed beside him. He chuckles, playing a game with Gumball where he tries to save his bobber from the popplio’s flappy flippers.
Gumball stops, turning to him with a curious honk.
“Tired already?” Saint hums, tugging the bobber away, but Gumball keeps honking at him, increasingly frantic as he tries to paddle to shore. “Just what is going on with y—”
Something smashes into his back, sending Saint toppling forward, off the bank and into the lake with a loud SPLASH! He opens his eyes under water, bubbles streaming out of his mouth as he panics for a moment, only to realize he isn’t choking. The water isn’t flooding his lungs. He stops thrashing and breathes, thanking whoever invented the Swimmer class and pulls himself out.
When he breaks the surface, he sees a familiar pest rummaging through his stuff.
“What the hell, Finn!” Saint hisses. Gumball paddles behind him, grabbing the back of his jacket as the trainer hurries to the shore.
When he steps out, feet squishing the muddy bank, he glowers down at argent. He is completely dry, but still monumentally pissed.
“I’d say ‘welcome home’, but you’re being an asshat. What are you doing with my stuff?” Panic lines his voice. The bag contains everything, and he doesn't understand why the guy is suddenly mugging him when he's spent this long staying away.
Gumball pokes his head over Saint's shoulder, cheeks round with water and drooling as he prepares to gun down the silly man who still didn't know how to play properly.
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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 Aug 2, 2023 13:20:59 GMT 9
| SLUSHIE | TBA | [tangent= ]WEAKNESS[/tangent] [tangent=ALWAYS APPLICABLE +10 Rare
CIRCUMSTANTIAL +]➕ BONUS[/tangent]
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ALOLAN NINETALES | SHE/HER | | | 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: TBA.
| OTHER INFORMATION: Consented to form changed at the Beta Island shrine.
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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 Aug 2, 2023 1:12:21 GMT 9
| PUDDING | dbbfe5 | [tangent= ]WEAKNESS[/tangent] [tangent=ALWAYS APPLICABLE +10 Rare
CIRCUMSTANTIAL +]➕ BONUS[/tangent]
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ESPURR | SHE/HER | | | TANK | 400 HP | ATK: D50 | RARE (+10) |
BASIC MOVES 01-10 Scratch, Leer, Fake Out, Disarming Voice, Confusion
TIER 1 MOVES 10-20 Covet
TIER 2 MOVES 20-30 Psybeam, Light Screen, Reflect
TIER 3 MOVES 30-50 Psyshock
TIER 4 MOVES 50-70 Z MOVES
TIER 5 MOVES ALL
TM/HM MOVES
| PERSONALITY: Pudding likes naps. Pudding watches you sleep.
| OTHER INFORMATION: Originally Kazuki'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 Aug 2, 2023 0:50:41 GMT 9
| TAIYAKI | e7d887 | [tangent= ]WEAKNESS[/tangent] [tangent=ALWAYS APPLICABLE +10 Rare
CIRCUMSTANTIAL +]➕ BONUS[/tangent]
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GYARADOS | HE/HIM | | | TANK | 400 HP | ATK: D50 | Rare (+10) |
BASIC MOVES 01-10 Flail, Splash, Tackle, Leer, Twister, Bite, Whirlpool, Ice Fang
TIER 1 MOVES 10-20 Brine, Scary Face
TIER 2 MOVES 20-30 Waterfall, Crunch, Rain Dance
TIER 3 MOVES 30-50 Aqua Tail, Dragon Dance, Hydro Pump, Hurricane, Thrash
TIER 4 MOVES 50-70 Z MOVES, Hyper Beam
TIER 5 MOVES ALL
TM/HM MOVES
| PERSONALITY: The most laid-back member of the team. While Taiyaki is the self-proclaimed 'big brother' of the group, his temperament and determination to maintain good vibes often lead to undermining drastic situations. He's also been noted for laughing in the face of danger.
He's very in-tune with people's emotions and can detect panic quite well for a giant fish, most especially the nerves of his anxious trainer's. Acts much like a therapy dog. Therapy fish.
| OTHER INFORMATION: Originally Kazuki's Pokemon. Gold Calico Pattern. Currently has a Karpscale Seal equipped.
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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 Aug 1, 2023 23:22:15 GMT 9
| GUMBALL | NO HEX | [tangent=Corrupted Type is resistant to all types]WEAKNESS[/tangent] [tangent=ALWAYS APPLICABLE +10 Rare +5 Water Pokemon
CIRCUMSTANTIAL +5 Water Type Move]➕ BONUS[/tangent]
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POPPLIO | HE/HIM | | | SUPPORT | 250 HP | HEAL: 4D12 | RARE (+10) |
BASIC MOVES 01-10 Pound, Growl, Water Gun, Disarming Voice, Aqua Jet
TIER 1 MOVES 10-20 Baby-Doll Eyes, Icy Wind, Sing
TIER 2 MOVES 20-30 Bubblebeam, Encore, Misty Terrain
TIER 3 MOVES 30-50 Hyper Voice, Moonblast, Hydro Pump
TIER 4 MOVES 50-70 Z MOVES
TIER 5 MOVES ALL
TM/HM MOVES
| PERSONALITY: A silly, overly-affectionate Pokemon with a passion for theatrics and clownery. Due to being born mute, Gumball cannot speak even to players with Pokemon Speech enabled, but remains an extremely noisy Pokemon who uses body language, charades, and his inexplicable hammerspace trove of props to get his point across. He is musically-gifted and can make an instrument out of nearly anything.
His favorite sound is when his nose is squeezed, which creates HONKing noises of different volumes and tones.
Gumball is protective of Saint and has a tendency to befriend literally everything and everyone, and has a budding habit of claiming the ones he finds endearing.
| OTHER INFORMATION: Typing has changed to from Bunya's experiment.
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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 Aug 1, 2023 22:00:44 GMT 9
It’s another day. Saint is back at his favorite fishing spot, a small lake tucked into the corner of Birchwild where he and Gumball had dug out a little magikarp pond, and prepares to relax.
He’s sitting by the water’s edge, legs folded and fishing rod stuck into the dirt to stand on its own as its bobber floats in the calm lake.
He purses his lips in thought. Gumball is by his side, pretending to be an ol’ cowpoke by chewing on the end of a cattail as if it were hay. Soon enough, he’ll have to stop the little water dog from trying to eat it, if it doesn’t try to beat the first fish they find with the cattail.
He’s come to know Gumball quite well. The rest of his team, however…
“Okay. Gumball, just stay put. Don't attack anything.” Gumball pauses, looking up at him curiously. Saint takes out the Pokeball containing the rare magikarp he’d been gifted (or swindled into, rather) a while back, a little apprehensive. What kind of pokemon would be inside? Would they be nice, or would they take after the brute he got them from?
He opens the ball, watching as red light darts into the water.
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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 Jul 21, 2023 21:06:02 GMT 9
It feels like the world is turning in slow motion. His feet are planted to the ground yet he’s a spectator, watching the battle unfold before his eyes, a line of dominos tipping over each other, one after the next: Zapdos’ rasping voice, the creak of the cannons setting into place.
“Trainers, stand down IMMEDIATELY.”
The world resumes.
“We will not ask our most powerful allies to take their own lives for the safety of our operation.”
And he is told, it’s not too late.
It is a graceless wake-up call. Saint crashes onto Zapdos’ wing, holding onto the bristling plumage as the massive pokemon maneuvers against the pull of the magnetic beams. The turbulence rattles his brain in his skull, and it’s only by flattening his body that he dodges the cut of a swiping beam.
By the time he opens his eyes, the tide of battle has not just turned—it has flipped with a violence, with enough force to shatter coastal rock. Trainers shift their strategies, offering Zapdos power, throwing themselves into the army of Duraludon below.
He scrambles to his feet as Zapdos’ shrine is captured by one of the beams, the legendary’s struggle offering a brief moment of balance, but it’s a ticking time bomb. The time to act starts after they’re given the choices of CLEANSE MISTRA IMMEDIATELY or FIND ANOTHER WAY.
He has already chosen his answer, but Saint is under no delusions. He will not be staging heroic leaps of faith, or sending a barrage of death unto the objective below with incredible pokemon. He can’t dance his way to victory or crush it with brute force or launch any sort of final stand. He is a healer.
He moves to grab hold of Silvermoon, trying to ground them, trying to make them just a bit safer. “Silvermoon, I won’t lie, this is—fucking terrifying,” Saint laughs nervously. His fingers are trembling. “Never thought I’d be scared of heights, but here we are.”
He takes a deep breath. “I started playing this game because I wanted to remember why I wanted to help people. Help living things.” Another laugh, quieter this time. “I think this has answered that, but I still can’t help Zapdos. Not on my own, at least.”
They are under no obligation to, he knows, and so he keeps his voice level, betraying none of his panic. “If you choose to stay, I’ll do my best to keep your team alive. If you want to find someplace safe to wait this out, I’ll help with that too.”
This has not been an easy first raid experience. It’s a trial by fire in the most literal sense, but he’s still glad in the end, to have come here. He’s glad to have had a friend through it all.
“What do you think?”
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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 Jul 17, 2023 18:31:32 GMT 9
FreeformZONE C It only seemed to get worse. Sound barrages them from all sides, the panic of fellow players, the Professor’s stand, Zapdos’ rasping screams. And then the ground gave out from beneath them.
Saint tries to grab tighter onto Silvermoon, unable to even scream as the spiderweb of hard light shatters under their feet, the shards ripping through fabric and skin as they shoot against the howling winds as a wall of daggers. The force of the air alone seems to fold them like paper.
Saint squeezes his eyes. If this is the end, he doesn’t want to look.
But they don’t perish under the force of their cataclysmic fall. Something slams hard against Saint—a titanic claw. It rips him from the air, punching the wind out of him, and he finds himself tumbling uncontrollably, before landing in a pile of rough, bristling plumage.
Saint groans, eyes shut, heart thudding in his ears. A faint honk by his side brings relief—it means Gumball hadn’t been sent flying in the chaos. The Popplio frets now, slap slap slapping his battered trainer in an attempt to wake him. This is not the time for a nap!
He hears Silvermoon’s voice in the darkness. Footsteps. Something is pulling him off the ground, pulling him out of a stupor. Tired gold eyes open to see his friend, at awe of how quickly they’ve recovered, and their kindness, for coming back to him.
He only wishes he could give back.
Coughing, in disbelief at how much pain he’s in—hadn’t he set his threshold to reduced? He had made sure of that—Saint struggles back to awareness. They’re on Zapdos’ wing. They survived, because he had saved them.
In Zone C, there is a small group accompanying them. A noteworthy few appear in strange, fanciful costumes, declaring messages to Zapdos from his brother, Articuno. Another family member turned against him. Another voice calling for his death.
“Silvermoon, we’ve- we’ve made a mistake,” Saint stammers. “We shouldn’t have convinced Moltres. We should’ve– talked about it first, or—” It’s nonsense. When they were whisked away, they hadn’t known. Even now, there’s still so much they just don’t know.
“The professor! Pr–Professor Ash, please,” he tries the intercoms, unaware of how they’ve been flooded with messages from players and cats. “Please, if you can hear this— it’s not too late! You can still put a stop to this! You can still save Zapdos!”
He’s watching a deluge of teams charge after Zapdos, their attacks set after him or the shrine keeping him alive, trying to wrench life from his claws.
“STOP THE MAGNETS! Tell everyone to stand down! Just—”
His hand clutches tightly onto Silvermoon, face twisting in anguish as he realizes it’s too late.
“Please stop.”
GOAL (ALTITUDE 2): -2243/5141
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