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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 14:45:25 GMT 9
A blinding light ripped through the woods.
âPudding?!â Saint sputtered, nearly falling on his ass as the PSYBEAM left a sizeable hole in the wall of red leaves.
<Pudding found a weird thing.> Pudding hissed, pointing somewhere past the trees.
Saint squinted, only to find, to his relief, a wooden sign. Except he couldnât read it.
It was toppled over, its wood cracked and chips spread all over the forest floor under the hoof of a small creature.
âA⌠Deerling?â Saint blinked.
The Deerling did not blink 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 16, 2024 14:40:21 GMT 9
<More treats.>
âLater.â Saint dabbed a little handkerchief over Puddingâs face, wiping excess frosting. Pudding put up with it for approximately 2 minutes before becoming restless, apparently hellbent on finding her own treats if bereft for too long.
Saint got up. He glared at the berry patches. âOne more try.â If he could justâfind the signs again. Maybe he could mark a trail for himself?
âPudding, pay attention to what you see and hear, okay? If anything weird comes, tell me.â He would have to concentrate his eyes on the ground.
Pudding nodded. <Pudding will destroy all threats.> Which was strangely reassuring, despite the goal of this training being to teach Pudding non-violent ways of problem solving.
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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 14:34:39 GMT 9
âMaybe weâre cursed,â Saint said, sitting cross-legged on the mud and dirt, getting his pants stained because he refused to even touch the grass where the berry patches grew.
Pudding huffed, twisting in his hands. <Unhand Pudding! Pudding eats curses for breakfast!>
âNo eating the cursed berries,â Saint grumbled, before reaching into his pockets and pulling out a tiny pink PokĂŠ Puff. Pudding stopped, her stubby arms scrambling to accept the puff and shoving it wholesale in her mouth.
As his espurr chowed down, Saint sighed, watching a Sewaddle crawl past them. What was he going to do?
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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 14:15:38 GMT 9
The day was already starting off strangely.
Saint had logged into the game, only to be greeted by a single message:
HEAR ME AND OBEY.
Very⌠disconcerting, to say the least. Still, he stood calm in Birchwild, reading over the note.
And true to its word, he did find the stone in his inventory. He held it now, thumbing the smoothness, trying to squint at the gold at the edge. Gold, again. It brought back memories. He wondered what it could mean, in this gameâwealth? Abundance? But gold held no value here. And as material, pure gold was far too soft for anything useful, needing to be mixed with other alloys before it can be used in jewelry. To make anything like armor would be unwise.
(Why had the food been gold?)
He shook his head. He wouldnât get his answers just standing here.
Know that to have allies is to have options. Saint opened his friends list, trying to see if there was anyone he could contact for help, and was relieved to see the green tick beside Silvermoonâs name. He debated messaging them, only to realize their marker was also in Birchwild.
A short walk later, and a voice would call from behind them:
âLiryo!â
The crunch of leaves as he approached, eyes wide. He had hesitated, but coming closer only confirmed the gleaming knight heâd seen from afar was them. Under the autumn light, their armor and billowing cloak shined brightest in the clearing.
âYou look incredible,â he chuckled. âLike youâre a hero about to take on a dragon.â
His eyes moved to the abandoned temple in the clearing, the hum of power that seemed to silence all else. And againâgold. His hand curled tighter around the smooth stone in his palm.
âHow did you find this place?â
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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 13:01:46 GMT 9
It was an ominous place, to say the least.
Saint walked as if treading a tightrope across the industrial girders, arms on either side as he explored the Forgotten Nexus at a snailâs pace. Ostellia wasâfascinating, he had to admit, but coming off the back of Zapdos after nearly dying on it during the raid, and then having a terrifying encounter at the harbor with a Guzzlord, and now traversing without handholdsâthe place was kind of fucking terrifying.
He eventually came upon a safe ledge, only to pause. Right⌠heâd been here before. It didnât take long until he found the rumored entrance to the Abandoned Laboratory, where not long ago heâd tried to break in through the power of the fountain of youth. In a sippy cup. <Are we⌠going in there?>
The Glaceon by his side poked their head out from behind him. After obtaining them from the Colossal Arena (before the patch update), the ice type had been trying to acclimate with the team, with little success. In so small part to his vaporeonâs unnerving and unblinking stares.
Saint smiled and gently patted their head. It was kind of silly and adorable how even ice pokemon can shake. âNo, Sherbet. I wasnât able to get in last time, howâs this going to be any different?â
Only for his UI to ping, alerting him to a new quest, and his eye catching something wedged under the debris near the massive metal doorsâa keycard.
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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 15, 2024 0:38:17 GMT 9
Saint paused, mouth clamping shut as he saw hesitation. Was that too much? Was this too many gifts to offer? He hadnât mean to overwhelm them, but perhaps heâd allowed his excitement to get the best of him.
To his relief, it didnât seem to be the case, and Silvermoon was even kind enough to offer him a choice. âOh thatâsâI mean, if youâre sure?â
Heâs surprised to see the two. The little banana icon he did recognize; the DNA for trade in Chadwickâs cabin. It had an uncertain shape, wobbly and smooth, like cloudy wisps or something in a dream. The other one he didnât recognize. A shimmering star?
â⌠This oneâŚâ he pointed to the little star. âIt kind of reminds me of when we were on the Wishtaker.â And he looked back on that quest fondly, remembering how Silvermoon had defended valiantly with their pokemon, and the view of the unfolding sails in his hands. The little giggling wishes in the sky, and in the deepest dark.
He pulled up the trade screen, offering his Zapdos DNA in exchange.
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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 14, 2024 23:44:14 GMT 9
Saint groaned, slowly picking himself off the ground. His arm ached. He had evidently pulled it a little when he reflexively grabbed Gumball. âYou okay?â he asked, and the popplio he held to his chest responded by squishing his nose on his chin, emitting a small honk!
The crash had gotten the best of most of them, but people were helping each other up. Nero was in good hands, and even the troublesome trio appeared to have made it out mostly unscathed. Saint frowned at how starlitlover hobbled, but it seemed Tuesday had his back.
The panic in his eyes returned when he searched the crowd, only to find Lacrimosa standing unscathed and unfazed by the surprise. Saint stilled, crossed between relief and something else.
Itâs a thought he canât entertain for long, as a present manifested in his hands, along with a strange, distorted instruction to exchange it. The haunting Christmas jingle felt so close he half-expected to hear a âho ho hoâ in the echoes.
His fingers dug into the gift wrap, and went to Lacrimosa and Alistair, stopping when heâs close enough to hear his name. Sarthor never appeared to raise his voice.
âAh, uhâthank youâŚâ He accepted the gift, trying to appear more grateful than wary. Whatever was inside this had to be intrinsically linked to Corruption, so it was wonder why Lacrimosa was giving it away at all. A safety measure?
âReceiving a gift seems like the best method if you want to inspect it. Please take mine in turn.â He nodded, gaze fixed. âIâm sure youâll understand it better than I could.â
But he would need to last longer too. âGumball, could you heal hisâŚâ His eyes widened at the sight of Wisteria, the sprigatito barely more than a wisp. Even Gumball seemed apprehensive, but a silent nod from Saint, and he began spritzing her with water.
Holy water.
GUMBALL used WATER GUN (HEAL) on WISTERIA! zn_ch9ot4d12 bonuses: rare (+10) + water type move (+5) strain: -40
With the exchange over, Saint turned to Alistair, the grave look on his face melting to something between embarrassment and open curiosity. âHello there. Are you Lacrimosaâs friend?â He should introduce himself, considering he had intruded, and if he wanted to stick around. He transferred the pickaxe from his left to his right to ease the burden on his affected arm.
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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 14, 2024 22:39:26 GMT 9
| FONDUE | TBD | [tangent= ]WEAKNESS[/tangent] [tangent=ALWAYS APPLICABLE +10 Rare +5 Water Pokemon
CIRCUMSTANTIAL +5 Water Type Moves]â BONUS[/tangent]
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VAPOREON | HE/HIM | | | SUPPORT | 250 HP | HEAL: 4D20 | 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: Stoic. Mysterious. Drawn to strange bodies of 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 Feb 14, 2024 22:35:41 GMT 9
Something was calling to him. Despite knowing the dangers, warned of them over and over again in his adventures with The Captain, Saint kept returning to the Drowned Harbor. He would waffle about on the shore, imagining hoards of Guzzlord and unwieldly sea creatures hiding in the deep, until a flash of seaweed would send him scurrying back to land.
But it was different this time.
He stood on the shore, and beside him sat his newest PokĂŠmon. Heâd been trying to understand the vaporeon more, but he remained an enigma even now, staring off the pier with glass eyes and refusing to move. âFondue?â Saint called gently, wincing a little. Heâd been naming his PokĂŠmon after desserts, which most appeared to take to gracefully enough, but itâs only with his vaporeon that he finally felt some embarrassment over his choice. But the vaporeon had said nothing, not even when he asked if he wanted a different name.
Saint stared into the water, watching his and Fondueâs reflections shift in the gentle waves. The harbor was strange. Even close to shore, the water was a deep navy, almost black. Hinting at a far deeper trench than he could have imagined. A vast unknown filled with horrorâor treasure?
Saint chewed his lip. âDo you⌠want to go in?â
Silence, and then the gentle scrape of Fondueâs paws as he rose, long tail swinging into an arc behind him, head ducked in a pose Saint realized was reminiscent of a diver.
There was no avoiding it, then. It was time to brave the labyrinth of harbor debris and untangle what lay in the depths. A small point of comfort was knowing that with the SWIMMER class, he would be able to breathe.
Assuming whatever was in there would let him.
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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 9, 2024 5:06:07 GMT 9
He paused, a quail egg in his mouth as he notice someone emerge from the shrubbery, brightening once he recognizes Silvermoon and Kintsugi. He waved them over, smiling with a cheek full of food as they took a seat on the blanket, Kintsugi hanging back to inspect the spread.
Swallowing, he looked around. âIsnât it? You can order anything here! So if you want to try something, you can go up to one of them and ask if they have it. The vendors are really niceâŚâ
He gestured to the food heâd gotten. âAll of this is stuff I used to eat back home, mostly from vendors outside my school.â He pointed to the bright orange balls of batter and quail egg heâd been chewing on. âThis is called Kwek-kwek.â The deep fried fish paste. âFish ball.â The fried pork sausage. âAnd kikiam.â
He hummed. âIf youâre not feeling for anything savory though, thereâs also sorbetes and halo-halo. Both of them are ice cream, but halo-halo is a bit more chaotic?â he chuckled. âItâs a bunch of stuff. Looks great, though.â
âOh, but if youâre not feeling up to eating, thatâs fine too,â he quickly amended. âI actually called you here for something else.â
He pulled out his inventory. "You know the DNA we got from Thunderfall? I was wondering if you'd want mine." The little crackling helix promised so much, but considering his team, it didn't feel entirely wise. "It's... I know Zapdos is incredible, but I don't think it's the Pokemon for me, and I don't want to just leave it gathering dust in storage."
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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 9, 2024 4:31:56 GMT 9
Saint sighed, sticking another bandage on his Rioluâs paw. âMaybe Iâm not the right trainer for youâŚâ he frowned.
It had been a little while after he decided to trade in some PokĂŠmon for the little dog at the Round 2 base. He figured caring for only one PokĂŠmon would be easier compared to five, but this oneâŚ
He ran his hand through his hair, feeling guilty. Admittedly, he should have been prepared for this. He can love and care and pamper all he wants, but it doesnât guarantee every critter he received would be satisfied, andâ
âand he owed it to them to find them better homes.
He pulled up his UI, sending out a trade request:
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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 9, 2024 4:16:57 GMT 9
âThank you!â Saint chirped, accepting his order from a kindly old vendor. The SNACK STALL was perhaps his favorite place in UNOVR, next to Noonlight shrine itself. They had everything! And though it was only in his dreams, it was nice to feel the taste of home.
He walked back to a little picnic blanket set up a ways from the stall, carrying far too much in his arms. Most of the food was on sticks: quail eggs covered in deep fried orange batter, deep fried fish paste, barbecue, and fried pork sausage. There was even sorbetes and halo-halo in cups balanced precariously in his elbows.
He set the feast down carefully, wondering two things: How he was going to actually finish everything, and when Silvermoon would arrive.
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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 9, 2024 3:46:29 GMT 9
Saint had been putting this off for far too long. He hopped around, shoes clunking on the floorboards of Round 2âs chaotic treebase, before slapping his cheeks. He could do this!
He grabbed onto the zipline handles and jumped off, screaming (âAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!â) across the sky until the trolley hit the end and he smacked face-first on the floor of a cabin. A wet floor.
Saint shuddered. âIs that⌠Powerade?â He scrambled to his feet, wiping his face with his sleeves, pausing as he noticed an odd scent on his clothes. âAnd Whey protein powderâŚâ
There was no escaping it. He would just have to face Chadwick for the first time looking like a powerlifterâs pastry.
âI, uh, IâmâA⌠UhâŚâ he was shrinking turtle-style. No, no. Think! Think of what someone âbro-likeâ would say! Not argent, though. Friendly. Like The Captain. âAhoy!â he blurted out. âI got some fresh kills for trade!â
Shit. His hands shot up, waving frantically. âBâbut theyâre not actually dead! Justâa lot of fish, and some other little ones that I can't really take care of anymore. They all could use someâŚâ he glanced to a Poliwag deadlifting with its tail ââŚgains?â
He procured five Pokeballs, presenting them to Chadwick like a peace offering. Or his lunch money. âFor a Riolu, if thatâs alright, Chadwick. Uh, bro.â
Saint offers for a RIOLU: x2 COMMON MAGIKARP x1 CORPHISH x1 WOOBAT x1 SKITTY
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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 7, 2024 10:12:04 GMT 9
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/1107895957519081622/1145884362253021254/200_casual~png His emotions shifted rapidly, from anticipation to disappointment at Sarthor refusing to elaborate, to something else upon hearing the man had been recording his UNOVR sessions.
Fear. It was irrational, of course, like so many of his instances, but this felt as if being told someone bore evidence of his crime. And werenât such recordings against the gameâs rules in the first place?
And yet despite his principles, there was really only one answer he could give.
âI would.â His eyes fell down to the card. âAt⌠at your practice.â
The scales were shifted by a comical imbalance. A sponsorship to one of the best medical universities, the opportunity to work under a respectable neurosurgeon, and the answers to his questions offered to him all because he happened to impress the right person in a game.
All he had to do now was say yes.
So why was he hesitating?
âIâll need to make the necessary arrangements for the transfer,â Angelo mumbled. âAnd my belongings. Iâll⌠Iâll be in touch. I promise.â
He held the card close to his chest, this simple cardboard now the most valuable thing he owned.
âThank you, Dr. Caldwell. You donât know how much this means to me.â
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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 7, 2024 10:01:02 GMT 9
He⌠might have fucked up. Approaching Nero was supposed to help the new player, but from his responses, it seemed all Saint had accomplished was making things awkward. The guy was already busy, and to be fair, there was no assurance that he even remembered the quest, or their brief interaction.
At least it seemed he had the hang of digging, and was even smiling when orioncayge had given him a thumbs up. Short-lived, thoughâmaybe he didnât like people seeing him smile?
âSorry, I didnât mean to interrupt. Iâll leave you to digging.â Saint nodded, pulling his collar up to cover his mouth. âIâll be working nearby, though, so if you need anything, just holler.â
Gumball gave a curious honk as Saint turned around and walked to a better spot. At least this one was peaceful. He carefully pulled the pickaxe over his shoulder and began chipping away at the stone, pausing only when Bunya began her announcement and leaving them with the horrifying trivia that they were apparently digging through a layer of human remains.
Saint blanched, staring at his feet. âSheâs just joking,â he mumbled, swinging faster. âJust joking.â The little white fragments in the ash were clearly just White Rabbit candies, and definitely did not resemble metatarsals.
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