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Weekend Warrior
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Posts: 386
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Player Name: Angelo Alvarez
OOC Username: Sleepy
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Post by Saint on Feb 7, 2024 9:47:16 GMT 9
The smacks on his back did the ticket for dislodging whatever else had gotten stuck in Saint’s throat after swallowing a lungful of saltwater, the first mate doubled over and hacking up sea trash on the floor of the boat.
He’s righting himself just as The Captain threw his Pokéball, two copies of the Guzzlord captured and the original now gone, leaving only a large barren spot off the shore.
“Yeah, it’s an alien,” Saint sighed, rubbing color backed into his face as he followed The Captain around, oblivious to the precarious state of their vehicle. Waving his hand in the air, he pulled up his PC box, inspecting the newly-caught Guzzlord curiously.
He chuckled at The Captain’s rumination. “It does look like a crab, huh. I was thinking more Lovecraftian. Azathoth, or The Dunwich Horror.” Though he couldn’t deny that creatures of the deep were a universal nightmare across cultures. “Where I’m from, we have a mythological creature called Tambanokano that’s basically a giant crab that causes floods when he leaves his home in the deep sea. Maybe that’s what we would’ve called this thing, if it existed.”
He wasn’t exactly rearing to try training an Ultra Beast yet, so he put away his UI and turned to The Captain. “Captain, let’s head back to shrine—I mean, uh, shore. And then shrine.” He slumped. “I think that’s enough adventure for today.”
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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 9:41:02 GMT 9
#s://b~l3n~co/i/mfJyyK~png #s://b~l3n~co/i/mfJyyK~png TO: 𝓑𝓮𝓵𝓵✨🌸
first of all: pokemon is not nerd shit it’s mainstream nerd shit anyways if you don’t get anything you can just ask me, i’ve got the basics down and i’m not doing long distance when i’ve barely got my life together re: phone, no i’ll send you the new one, i’m living in a dorm near campus and yes my roommate is a giant penis, we’ve established this you want a pic of the guy who kicked me out of my hotel room?? wait no if you do get in his pants i might be able to grab my stuff we’ll get back to this, ttyl i need to deal with said giant penis
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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 9:33:47 GMT 9
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/1107895957519081622/1145884362253021254/200_casual~png As Oz worked on the iPad, answering his questions without missing a beat, Angelo furiously scribbled in his little pocket notebook, diligently taking down the answers as if a scribe to the tattoo artist’s holy gospel. “Ah, no, it’s—I don’t mean to rush you. I don’t mind waiting here for as long as you need, so please take your time.” Although it was already getting late, and by the time they would be finished, the streetlights would have already been lit.
“Toronto, huh?” Angelo mumbled, taking down the session details, wondering if he’ll ever get more. One on his back seemed plenty enough. “You really flew out here. I’m glad. I mean—I wouldn’t have met you otherwise, and I think I’d be a lot more nervous if it was anyone else, so—uh.” He peered at him from behind his notebook. “Thank… you…”
Death by tattoo gun. Death by tattoo gun.
But the weird sappy awkwardness slid off Oz like water off a duck’s back, the man even making a friendly jab at Angelo’s technical ramblings. Angelo flushed, and though he was still shrinking behind his notebook, now it was to hide a smile. “I’m not, but I’m studying for it.” And it was silly, but there was the slightest bloom of pride in his chest, being mistaken for a professional he dreamed of being.
“That would help a lot, thank you.” The mention of the care pamphlets and even Oz’s site took a load off his shoulders. Having a solid reference point always did, and if the man had a site, there was a chance he could contact him again, if he ever wanted another session in some far-flung future.
He took as seat as instructed, still listening to Oz’s explanations about maintenance. It was mostly sanitation, though he mentally noted he’d have to buy some decent non-scented soap and non-scented cream. It’s not as if he’d be able to raid argent’s trove of skin care products.
Angelo brightened at the sight of the stencil, the design he had chosen now fitted and ready to be placed. Held up to his chest, he could gauge how it would look on his back, and found himself nodding.
“No, I think this is enough. Big, but still easy to cover.” It would rest between his shoulder blades nicely. And he didn’t say it aloud, but he hoped it would suit him in the end.
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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 4, 2024 1:57:44 GMT 9
Despite a disastrous introduction to the harbor, Saint had returned to Route 7. It was too valuable of a research area, and after obtaining a Guzzlord, Saint had been curious what other creatures lurked around, and what elements of the zone could have contributed to sustaining Ultra Beasts.
This time, he already had backup prepared. His other Gyarados, Bungeoppang, floated in the bay, following him as he traced the shore. It was no offense to Taiyaki; the fish was simply not that alert, and he relished in the opportunity to pass up guard duty.
<Strangers on your six, Saint.>
Saint paused from inspecting some algae, turning to see where Bungeoppang was staring. There were indeed some figures off the shore, standing on a precarious half-sunken building.
“They’re not strangers,” Saint sighed. “Let’s go over there before he hurts himself.”
It’s not much longer before a voice called out to The Captain from below.
“Captain! Please tell me you’re not going in there!” Saint yelled, riding on Bungeoppang’s back. The gyarados tried to move closer, but there was a moat of debris from the wrecked ship and the half-sunken building. Driftwood, glass, and whole chunks of broken parts from what was no doubt a grand ship created a dangerous spike trap for anyone unfortunate enough to slip in.
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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 4, 2024 1:37:58 GMT 9
| FLAPJACK | TBA | [tangent= ]WEAKNESS[/tangent] [tangent=ALWAYS APPLICABLE +5 Uncommon +5 Water-type
CIRCUMSTANTIAL + Water-type move
]➕ BONUS[/tangent]
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MANTINE | HE/HIM | | | SWEEPER | 150 HP | ATK: 2D20 | UNCOMMON (+5) |
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: Adventurous! Wants to be a sailor one day.
| OTHER INFORMATION: hey man you ever been haunted by the decisions made for you
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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 4, 2024 0:56:29 GMT 9
| BUNGEOPPANG | 8ec6de | [tangent= ]WEAKNESS[/tangent] [tangent=ALWAYS APPLICABLE +10 Rare
CIRCUMSTANTIAL +]➕ BONUS[/tangent]
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GYARADOS | SHE/HER | | | 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: Competitive, snappy, a big sister type who will tell people when they suck and why. Rivals with Taiyaki, though it's more one-sided due to him being the most pathetic rival to exist in fishdom. Thinks fish should be more violent in general, and is right.
| OTHER INFORMATION: Blue Raindrops 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 Feb 4, 2024 0:30:27 GMT 9
Saint chewed his lip. “Are you sure about this?”
The Mantyke floated around his head, giving him a full view of its little smile. It was the second Mantyke he’d obtained, one that had been sitting idle in his box save for when he’d let it out with the rest of the team for check-ups and play time. And it was happy, yes—but it was a monotonous existence. Saint was reminded of Slushie, and how the vulpix, too, had yearned for change.
But this wasn’t the same. Visiting the shrine would not offer Mantyke a new form, or new life.
Quite the opposite, at least in Saint’s mind.
Impatient, Mantyke turned around, and Saint hurriedly grabbed it out of the air.
“Please listen to me! This won’t let you fly higher—or, at least I don’t think it will.” He tried to pull it back down, and it whined. “You will be exalted. Do you know what that means?”
<Yes!> Mantyke chirped. <I will be free! I will reach the heavens!>
Saint wanted to throw himself into the sea. “No! You’ll be gone. Do you understand?” He had never done this before. He didn’t think he would ever need to, but Mantyke continued to struggle against him. “If you want to fly, I can evolve you into a Mantine! Wouldn’t that work too?”
Mantyke thrashed harder. <No! I’ll still be stuck here, floating like a balloon! I want to fly.> It grew quiet, for a little while. <I want to be a part of something greater than this. I thought I would be, if I joined you.>
Saint tensed. He held Mantyke close to him, looking at the shrine. “… A day. Could you wait a day to think this over?”
<Half a day. No! An hour.>
Saint rested his chin on the Mantyke’s little head, and miraculously, it didn’t push him. It took a long time for him to say, “An hour.”
They waited an hour.
And even longer than that.
The shrine glowed prettily in the end, the altar clear where Mantyke’s pokeball had lain.
Saint EXALTED MANTYKE TO THE 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 Feb 3, 2024 23:26:26 GMT 9
#s://c~l3n~co/i/4ZwJ6b~png Saint was paralyzed, gazing into the featureless plane of the behemoth’s face and barely catching the sight of something stirring beyond it. Clawing out of the center of the vortex, at the foot of the golden tower—another unspeakable creature. Its snapping body of burning flesh and wires turned to him as if scenting the blood frozen in his veins.
Saint could not think. He could not speak. Fear’s grip on his throat turned crushing. He was surrounded.
The monstrosity threw its head back with a grating metallic screech, its flames glowing as bright as benediction, cobbled legs soldered into steel rods that thundered across quicksand far too quickly, its blinding irises trained on him and him alone.
Trapped against the colossal’s leg, Saint clenched his eyes shut, wondering how much he’ll feel—will it be as slow as standing in a pool of acid? Or will it be quick, as a knife in his own hand?
Behind his eyes, a brightening light. Heat was already prickling the front of his face, and as the smell of rot and mold burned his nose, he braced for death.
A violent, resounding CRUNCH.
Saint’s eyes ripped open, astounded first by the fact he could even do so, then second by the massive wall that had appeared over him. Except it wasn’t a wall. And though they were piled on with moss, lichen, barnacles, and mushrooms, the alabaster rods were unmistakably shaped like phalanges and metacarpals. The giant hand flexed, and he could hear the metal beast howl in its grasp.
“Wh… What?” He watched as the hand lifted off the ground, its long arm almost floppy in its movements as it tossed the creature back from whence it came. The hand gripping the golden tower began pulling it once more, and the creature screamed as it was crushed and devoured back into the desert.
The giant had saved him.
“I don’t understand… Why?” He was staring at it now. At its smooth profile, no longer baring down on him, but gazing out unseeing to the desert, stirring and stirring as it had before he arrived.
Saint’s fist curled tighter in the lichen. “Hey! Hey! Why did you do that?! What are you!” The giant did not reply. Frustrated, Saint pulled his sleeves up, tying them to his elbows and began to climb, using the overgrowth and the cracks on its bones as foot and handholds. “Answer… me…!”
Again, no response. Saint’s thoughts raced in his head. Was this another creature of Corruption? But it had rescued him. And now it was acting completely indifferent to his existence, when before the corruption acted as if starved for life itself.
After what felt like a lifetime of navigating its vertical labyrinth of twisted limbs, Saint settled on what appeared to be a shoulder. Crashed, really—he was exhausted. He tried looking out and winced at the daunting panorama. Even with the sands, he would splat if he dared to fall.
“What are you even making?” he asked tiredly.
Saint wheezed, nearly throwing himself off the giant’s shoulder in shock. “Is that really the only way you communicate?” Like having a siren in his head—intrusive, loud, and deeply alarming.
The giant did not respond.
Saint cleared his throat. “Okay, okay… how about… What is the recipe for your vegetable stew? Um, please.”
This is so fucking weird, Saint thought. It was as if something was controlling his imagination, the image of a little recipe card he would have never thought of popping up in his head. That, and it being the most deeply unappetizing vegetable stew to ever exist. He tried to tell it that, but the giant took no notice of him, following its sole instruction to infinity.
Saint closed his eyes. He grasped the image of the recipe card in his head, and pictured a pen.
The sound of the tower being dragged across the dunes disappeared. It all fell silent, but Saint didn’t open his eyes, taking advantage of the peace to focus.
There was a beat. He heard the scratch of a pencil in his mind.
Saint opened his eyes. The giant had indeed stopped. The tower remained in the center of the dunes, gripped by a horrible hand attached to a mutilated horror who held his life in its hand, and the ground remained a long, long way down.
But this—
He could work with this.
He closed his eyes.
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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 1, 2024 6:20:29 GMT 9
Saint had signed up for this story for one thing and one thing only: To learn more about the Corruption.
Imagine his face after Dr. Bunya confirmed she knew nothing on how to defeat it; his disappointment immeasurable, his day ruined, and no takesies-backsies. He wasn’t even able to get in a question about her ‘Nekonyamicon’ before he’s whisked away to the dig site along with far too many players to count.
The sight of Mistra was a sobering one. His hands clutched the plush fabric of his coat, trying to find comfort as his eyes looked into the infinite abyss that lay all around. The fritzing pop-up left more of a threat than an instruction. Even the sounds—he never thought he’d be so terrified of Santa.
He’s left standing there long before people have spread out to start digging, wondering if he should just bail on this exclusive time-sensitive event, head to bed, and forget any of this happened.
A soft honk! and a press against his cheek broke him out of his mental death spiral. Saint exhaled, reaching up to pet Gumball where the Popplio clung to his shoulders. He could rely on him for this, even after Gumball had been changed, certain parts of his body and frill now seafoam-like, tainted by corruption.
Saint steeled himself and looked around. He—wasn’t going to do this alone. Couldn’t, even with Gumball.
To his surprise, he could recognize quite a few people here. He frowned, seeing the first group: Tuesday, Kazuki, and starlitlover. Now that was just asking for trouble. Tuesday and starlitlover were still—like that, he supposed, and from the look on his face, Kazuki remained a short fuse. Better steer clear from that blast radius as soon as possible. He needed someplace stable.
His eyes landed on Lacrimosa, accompanied by a player named Alistair. They appeared to know each other. He fidgeted over the thought of intruding, reluctantly moving in their direction.
Only to flinch, the end of a pickaxe nearly smacking into his shoulder before colliding with the ground.
“Ah, h-hey! Careful!” He blinked, recognizing just who was swinging it. “Wait… I know you! You’re Nero from the Wishtaker quest, right?”
Relief. A smile finally broke on his face, but only a little one, easily obscured behind his large collar. “Uh… are you… okay over here?” He remembered him being a bit nervous when they met, but the newcomer was already getting to work with an enthusiastic Electrike. Maybe the last quest had given him a boost?
GUMBALL || 250/250 HP
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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 Jan 31, 2024 4:57:44 GMT 9
Speaking of cats—
Saint was at the park with Pudding. It wasn’t really a good idea, he had to admit—small kitten, big dogs—but this was not his idea.
<Fear Pudding,> the little espurr hissed, thankfully not at the legendary dogs, which Saint was resolutely trying to hide by covering that direction with his own bell-shaped coated body. He cheered her on as she aimed a blast of psychic energy at a ball of tarountula, sending it flying.
“Homerun!" Saint clapped, before promptly swooping her up because stubby legs did not have traction and he didn’t want to climb into the spider pit of death to retrieve his baby kitten, thank you.
ESPURR used CONFUSION! PROMPT 31. [Tower]rSAI7gPX1-50 1-50
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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 Jan 29, 2024 12:03:24 GMT 9
They had chosen LEFT, he had made sure they had chosen LEFT.
So why the fuck were they at the berry patch?
Saint felt chills crawl up his spine as he stared at the thick bushes. They were at peak season: abundant in berries of all kinds. Every berry was a beautiful pop of color against the green leaves, perfectly shaped.
It reminded Saint of the kinds of animals that wore vibrant patterns to warn of their true nature.
He squeezed Pudding in his hands, lowering her arms, which tried to reach for the bushes.
“Maybe not this one,” he said quietly, pivoting on his heel and booking it down the route they came in.
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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 Jan 29, 2024 11:50:07 GMT 9
Ushering the Vulpix had been a surprisingly smooth affair despite Pudding’s initial murderous intent. After a few treats and a brief conversation, the fox had agreed to joining their little journey.
And they were back on the path, once more.
The next few turns were monotonous.
By the time they reached the fifth sign, Pudding had given up on walking. Saint was happy to pick her up again, but it was getting distressing by now. How long had they been walking?
How much farther until the picnic area?
Another sign: RIGHT - BERRY PATCH, LEFT - PICNIC AREA.
“What.” Saint’s face twisted as he reread the shaky text over and over.
Pudding stared from where she was cradled in his arms. <Pudding thinks we are being hunted by the berry patch.>
Right, yes, thank you Pudding, very reassuring.
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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 Jan 29, 2024 11:35:46 GMT 9
Saint paused, finding their next path blocked by a resident.
“Oh, hello there.” He kept his voice low, so as not to spook it. A smile grew on his face. Wasn’t a vulpix one of his first encounters too? It felt like it had been ages.
He really should contact Verai one of these days (and remember to send a friend request).
The Vulpix continued to stare. Saint slowly knelt down. “Let’s try and befriend this one... Pudding, that’s not how you make friends.”
Pudding slowly and begrudgingly put down the mushroom that was levitating over her head. <Pudding needs no friends.>
“That hurts my feelings,” Saint said gently. “Are we not friends?”
Pudding carefully placed her paw on his knee. <You are better than a friend. You are Pudding’s cook.>
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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 Jan 29, 2024 11:25:00 GMT 9
They followed a modest little footpath through the autumnal forest, a sea of orange and warm sunlight. It kept him calm. Brushed away the lingering feeling of deja vu.
Occasionally, he would turn, checking on Pudding. She didn’t appear in the mood to be carried, so he’d let her walk. Her stubby legs meant they moved at a glacial pace, but it was worth seeing her explore. She enjoyed the grove—or at least it seemed so. Hard to tell when she held the same facial expression 24/7 and didn’t blink.
Below an ancient-looking oak, they found another wooden sign. In hand-painted letters it declared:
LEFT - LAKE, RIGHT - PICNIC AREA.
Again, that strange feeling. “Left or right?” Maybe a psychic Pokémon would have better intuition.
<Pudding is always right,> said Pudding as she held a giant orange leaf to her face, making her look like a korok.
They moved right.
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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 Jan 29, 2024 11:10:17 GMT 9
Saint stood at a crossroads. “Hm. We may be lost.”
<Pudding is not lost. Pudding is where she needs to be,> said Pudding, as she stuffed yet another strange mushroom into Saint’s bursting pockets. It fell out, along with another smaller mushroom. She put both back inside with all the force her tiny paws could allow.
“Yes, you are. But we should try to get back to the picnic area before we cook any of these.” He’s fairly sure at least a couple of their pickings were edible. They were lucky enough to find them deep in the grove, and he only allowed it because there were clear signs all around.
Now, he’s fairly certain this sign was supposed to say LEFT - PICNIC AREA, RIGHT - LAKE.
What he read instead: LEFT - BERRY PATCH, RIGHT - PICNIC AREA.
He frowned, hesitating for a moment, before choosing LEFT.
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