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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 Jan 28, 2024 5:00:49 GMT 9
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ofc i think theyâre cute ok ok one at a time officer 2. not really? i donât know much about their personal life yet. we only just met in person and unovrâs made us go through some weird stuff together so that doesnât help. 3. we played just dance lol i think i should ask them before i send you their profile but hereâs a pic we took at unovrcon youâre chronically single because your standards are men in the 1% idk how anyoneâs managed to ask you out
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Weekend Warrior
Round 2
Posts: 386
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Player Name: Angelo Alvarez
OOC Username: Sleepy
Arena Points: 10
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Post by Saint on Jan 28, 2024 4:19:18 GMT 9
Saint had anticipated about a hundred different insults when he gave his suggestion.
None of them were that.
He blinked owlishly at argent, before flicking his eyes to the TV screen showing their Sesame Street versions experiencing Skittles Grain Entrapment, and to the little Mimikyu doll he was still holding.
It wouldâve been easier to swallow if heâd just been called an idiot or something. As much as he hated to admit it, argent was rightâdespite sharing a room for how many months by now, they didnât talk. They argued and pestered and cajoled, but they didnât know anything about each other. It was a fact Angelo was happy to bury, as easily as he did burying himself in his room and his books, until it got thrown in his face.
After a brief face journey, Saintâs shoulders slumped. He moved from the TV and sat in font of argent and the pile of weird tapes, placing Mimikyu on his lap.
âOkay,â he said, already regretting this. âTwenty questions, then?â
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Saint
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Weekend Warrior
Round 2
Posts: 386
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Player Name: Angelo Alvarez
OOC Username: Sleepy
Arena Points: 10
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Post by Saint on Jan 28, 2024 4:00:55 GMT 9
âFinding eggs.â Saint didnât move, waiting for argent to catch up. His eyes remained steady on him, collar pulled over his mouth and nose to keep warm. It made it hard to read what was on his face.
When argent drew close enough, he turned and followed Slushieâs trail of paw prints in the snow. âYouâre well enough to be discharged and ride a 7-hour flight, but youâve still got a few weeks before youâre fully recovered. Sleep is especially important.â Considering the guy got his head treated like bongos. Saint continued, rambling softly regardless if argent was paying attention. âI know this is just a game, but itâs a good way to keep you asleep and control your dreams. And egg hunting is pretty simple and calming.â
Slushie was over a little sledding slope, beating a gaggle of Patrat in skiing gear with her bare paws. The air was filled with the distant screams of the rodent torment nexus. â⌠Mostly calming,â he amended.
She seemed to have it under control, and not wanting to get between Slushie and her new passion for Unmitigated Violence, Saint stopped and returned his attention to argent. And the thing that was following argent.
Heâd been waiting for him to bring it up, but there had been no mention of the specter at all. In the snow, it was barely visible, but if Saint squinted he could see its faded, colorless silhouette. It was a little unnerving. âAre you⌠sure youâre okay with that?â
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Saint
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Weekend Warrior
Round 2
Posts: 386
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Player Name: Angelo Alvarez
OOC Username: Sleepy
Arena Points: 10
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Post by Saint on Jan 26, 2024 14:29:14 GMT 9
Panic is in Saintâs eyes as The Captain gives him the most literal puppy-dog eyes heâs ever seen. âCAPTAIN, THIS ISNâT THE TIME TO BE CUTE!â He grips the gunwale harder for fear of doing something stupid, like throw his hands up or shaking The Captain while their watery grave rapidly approaches.
Before he knows it however, the man gives him a clap on the backâcausing Saint to stumble, due the lack of meat on his bones. The arm wraps around his shoulders like the safety bar of a roller coaster, and while that is reassuring, it doesnât change the fact theyâre still on the damn coaster.
The Captain does not have to tell him twice: Saint braces himself until his knuckles turn white, vertigo hitting as the boat practically goes airborne and comes dangerously close to a flipâsalvaged solely by Whydahâs strength. Gallons of water spray onto the deck, Saint scrambling as the soles of his shoes slip.
By the time the wave subsides, Saint is waterlogged, gripping The Captainâs arm like a cat saved from a canal. His eyes are open and a little bloodshot due to the sea salt, and when he coughs, he hacks up seaweed.
The Guzzlord slumps in the water, still towering over them with its bulk, but its biting appendages have fallen and are now floating lifelessly in the bay.
âPoke⌠Ball... Throw a PokĂŠ BallâŚâ he croaks, because pants-shitting encounters aside, this would be an excellent specimen to study. His shaking fingers pull out the Golden PokĂŠ Ball from his inventory, tossing it overboard.
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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 26, 2024 14:04:24 GMT 9
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iâm flattered you think iâd be able to pull that on the first meeting but no! okay they are cute but they arenât into me like that bell iâve told you this before: please rethink your standards in men anyways heâs dumb if he's sleeping on you has that man not seen your ig then again this reads like every will they wonât they romance plot so maybe thereâs hope for you yet
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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 25, 2024 2:26:40 GMT 9
Itâs cold. For much of his life, Saint never imagined he would experience snow, and even after years of living abroad, he still couldnât quite find himself getting used to it. He came to the Rookery for several reasons, but found himself just standing there, trying to take it all in. Feeling out of place.
It had been about a week since he and his roommate returned from UNOVRCon. Things wereâweird. He didnât know. Maybe it was just him, but the atmosphere was kind of fucked. He wasnât an innocent party here either, being self-aware enough to know he was pulling away when he should be fawning over someone who's just been hospitalized.
His face twitched. The wings on his back fluttered a little, before clamping shut against his body once more.
His ready excuse was that he wanted to pull his grades higher. His other excuse wasâwell, it wasnât asked of him yet, so maybe he could keep that in the pocket for a little while longer.
He trudged through the snow, following after Slushie, who was charting a path, sniffing and digging through snow for any signs of eggs. Saint turned when it felt too quiet.
âFinn, are you coming?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 Jan 25, 2024 1:55:29 GMT 9
The Refresh mini-game was his favorite, Saint decided. It didnât need fighting, it was cute, and you could focus on bonding with your PokĂŠmon. For his refresh room, heâd gone with a simple playroom so it could be easy to keep track of his team in a safe environment.
Well, presumably safe. Heâs stirring a pot of curry over a little cooking fire as he watched his popplio crawl across the jigsaw puzzle-patterned floor like a grizzled soldier. Gumballâs face had never looked so severe. Taking a deep breath, he poked his head out from behind a Lapras plushie.
A balloon shot straight past his head, shooting a framed picture off the walls in a burst of water. Gumball honked in alarm.
Saint pursed his lips, wondering if heâd created a monster.
His newly-changed alolan vulpix, now deemed Slushie, was grinning victoriously from her throne. The throne was a pile of water balloons and an entire fully-grown Gyarados decked in gold. Taiyaki was playing dead. He had thrown in the towel about 5 minutes into the fight, when he realized being a chair was less work compared to resisting Slushieâs hostile takeover.
Gumball sounded the victory hornsâeven after months of being his trainer, Saint still couldnât figure out where he was getting or storing these propsâbefore charging forward, armed with nothing but his wits and a Nerf bazooka.
Saint closed his eyes. When the curry was done, the fight came toâamazinglyâSlushie's win. Slushie took her seat at their little picnic table with a vulpix-sized Burger King crown on her head, while Gumball nursed his wounds, going full baby mode and clinging around Saintâs neck.
Once he finished pouring out the curry for the other PokĂŠmon, Saint pulled Gumball off long enough to inspect, and was glad to find that all he got was a bruised pride. His seaform fins and frills still felt too flimsy for comfort, but if he could participate in water balloon battles with easeâmaybe the infection wasnât a cause for concern.
Observations would continue another day. âLetâs eat!â
GUMBALL'S RARITY INCREASED BY +5 (VERY RARE)
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Saint
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Weekend Warrior
Round 2
Posts: 386
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Player Name: Angelo Alvarez
OOC Username: Sleepy
Arena Points: 10
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Post by Saint on Jan 25, 2024 1:32:07 GMT 9
POKEMON | DATE | OLD RARITY | NEW RARITY | USED ONGumball | 25 January 2024 | +10 | +15 | Unused
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Saint
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Weekend Warrior
Round 2
Posts: 386
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Player Name: Angelo Alvarez
OOC Username: Sleepy
Arena Points: 10
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Post by Saint on Jan 25, 2024 1:13:59 GMT 9
The words were soothing. He didnât often believe them, but lying here, somewhere so warm and being held by someone who wouldnât lay a wrong hand on him, who wouldnât pile him with expectationsâit felt like he could rest.
Or he wouldâuntil he saw their eyes.
âAre you⌠crying?â He was wide awake now, and reality came crashing down on him like cold water. Saint flinched, scrambling to pull himself off Silvermoonâs lap, withdrawing his hands and holding them up in front of his body like a criminal waiting to be apprehended. âShit, IâIâm sorry, I didnâtâdid you find me? Did you bring me here?â
He was flushed hard enough to hurt, and in his usual nervous, defensive tick, pulled the collar of his coat up until it brushed his nose. With his complexion, it was impossible to tell when he was blushing, but it comforted himâhiding his mouth. And he didnât know why, but the fact Kintsugi was right there, presumably watching, made this all the more embarrassing.
âIâm so, so sorry. I wasâŚâ Shit. Shit. He felt like a dick. One, for worrying them, two, forâbeing a Goddamn hypocrite.
He looked down. â⌠I was at Mistra. Ifâif that wasnât obvious enough.â
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Saint
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Weekend Warrior
Round 2
Posts: 386
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Player Name: Angelo Alvarez
OOC Username: Sleepy
Arena Points: 10
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Post by Saint on Jan 24, 2024 18:14:02 GMT 9
To Saintâs surprise, the knots unwound like silk in his hands, the topsails falling, the rest unfurling as if automatically. They stretched over the dim space, luminescent from the lights bouncing off the wishes and the deck, before catching the winds and propelling the entire vessel forwards. Saint yelped, grabbing onto the topsail yard, his Mantyke grabbing the back of his collar to keep him from falling. He caught sight of a breathtaking view. It really was such a beautiful ship.
He made a slow descent back down, barely have a second to find his footing on the deck before heâs bombarded with boisterous cheering and painful sailor-strong pats on the back. He sank into his collar, cheeks burning at the outpour of kindness. âThankâthank you,â was all he could muster saying before the counterattack was under way. He returned his Mantyke and dispersed with the crew.
Harpoons were aimed. Set. Rumbling from dark waters. Wishes flying, hiding, like birds fleeing from an oncoming disaster. A blinding flash came from a familiar girl in pink at the back of the ship, drawing the beast from the mire, and the onslaught came in quick-fire beats: an initial slam of fairy power, and then every harpoon unloaded, nets thrown and sealing The Wishtaker in place.
The Captain called out the next objective: To enter the belly of the beast.
âSeriously, Captain?!â Saint resisted the urge to bash his skull on the mainmast. He should have known. What was he expecting? For them to have some kind ofâwhale-sized fishing pole? A man can dream.
Before he could protest, he heard Silvermoon call his name, followed by the rapid steps of the first volunteer, orioncayge. The newcomer heâd seen earlier, Nero, turned to him and Silvermoon, evidently shaken from the familiar stammer of his words.
âA lifeline⌠good idea!â He took another length of rope from nearby, tying a knot around the base of the closest mast. Silvermoon had evidently chosen Kintsugi as the weight for theirsâgood enough. Type: Null were far from fragile creatures. It should hold. âLet me tie it for you,â Saint mumbled, accepting the other end and tying it securely around Silvermoon.
He continued speaking to Nero as he worked, focused, trying to prevent his fingers from trembling. âI wouldnât usuallyârecommend jumping into the mouth of a leviathan⌠but this game rewards people who are willing to take crazy risks.â People who will defy the odds. Defy gods. And if people like him and Silvermoon could go through all that thenâŚ
âIf thereâs any place to practice doing something scary, itâs here.â He smiled at Nero, before tightening the last knot. He tied the rope heâd secured on the mast around himself.
Kintsugi made his promises, and it reassured Saint to know he would watch over anyone left on deck. He also knew that if anything were to go wrong, Kintsugi would be strong enough to pull Silvermoon out.
Saint- Please make sure they stay safe.
âI will.â His lifeline was complete. He felt Silvermoonâs hand take his own, and he squeezed it. âCanât believe Iâm doing this againâŚâ He sighed. âAlright, Iâm ready.â
And down, down, they went.
It was a long fall. Despite his best efforts, Saintâs eyes shut immediately, clenched tight like the grip he had on Silvermoonâs handâand it still slipped from his grasp.
He slammed into something deep below. It knocked the wind out of his lungs, but miraculously didnât break anything. Something was falling on him. Many thingsâvaguely pokey, but not sharp. Saint shot up in a panic, screaming.
âAAAAAHHHâhuh?â he blinked, and something blinked back.
Many, many, little somethings, already aglow.
He found himself sitting on a pile of them, all bunched together in an enclosed space. âUh... thank you,â he said, shifting uncomfortablyâwary of sitting or stepping on cute creatures but unable to find a single spot in the room that was clear.
âWhereâŚ?â He looked around. It was hard to see any walls, let alone ceilings, in such a dark space. âSilvermoon? Orion? Anyone?â
All he got in reply were the echoes of his own voice.
How far in had he fallen? Saint frowned, picking up one of the blinking wishes in his hands. It was warm. It giggled, apparently ticklish. âWhale anatomy⌠Stomach? Intestine, if itâs this small⌠maybeâŚâ
But there was no time to curse his lack of whale facts. He needed to get out. Return this pile of missing wishes. Find his friends.
âI wonder if youâre mine,â he pondered aloud. âI only made one wish to the well, you know. To be safe.â He pet it gently. âAndâI guess I am.â
He could stay here forever, in the cold dark, in this soft pile of forgotten wishes. Nothing would change. Nothing bad would ever happen to him, and nothing good either.
He had been here for years.
âMaybe itâs a lot to ask for, but if you could grant just another wishâŚâ He held it up, pressed his forehead to the warmth, thought of his promise to Kintsugiâthe faces of Silvermoon, his friends, his family. He whispered: âI wish we could go home.â
The wish in his hands grew more vibrant. The wishes underneath him and around rose higher and higher, one by one, in a multitude of colors that bathed the suffocating space in a disco of bright lights.
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Weekend Warrior
Round 2
Posts: 386
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Player Name: Angelo Alvarez
OOC Username: Sleepy
Arena Points: 10
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Post by Saint on Jan 23, 2024 13:34:09 GMT 9
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/1107895957519081622/1145884362253021254/200_casual~png Angelo didnât appear to mind as Kasey took their time setting up and explaining the game, clearly hesitant, but trying hard to accommodate him. It was cute.
âSure, we can play.â He got up from the bed. Dancing would definitely be embarrassing and silly and so far from his comfortâand itâs exactly what he needed to get his mind off what happened. Itâs a strange sort of liminal mindspace, when youâre such a mess that not even anxiety can touch you, for once.
âI know Believer but I donât think Iâve heard Save Your Tears yet. Letâs try that one.â It had been a long time since he played any version of Just Dance, and when the characters would load in, he couldnât help but smile a little. âThey look like characters from an 80s space adventure.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 Jan 23, 2024 13:32:43 GMT 9
Saint didnât say anything, only watched with a mild look on his face as Argent harrassed the TV into functioning. Technology is incredible.
âDo you ever think about the things that come out of your mouth?â Saint asked casually as Argent searched for a woman in the mysterious pile of snuff VHS tapes. He sighed, picking up the MICHAEL tape and putting it into the VCR. The tape slid inside and the screen devolved into static, gradually forming picture.
Saint took a step back in case a woman did end up on the screen, crawling out with black hair, perhaps. But what popped up was the very opposite. Little technicolor characters walked into view, their lines hazed by static but still vibrant, talking in chiptune-y voices.
âSo, not porn,â Saint chuckled, not knowing whether to be creeped out or confused. Maybe both. The characters were at a party. Two of them appeared to be arguing.
âWe should go home!â The one with unkept brown hair and bug-eyed glasses squeaked.
âNo way, Iâm having fun!â The one with shaggy white hair protested, grabbing what looked to be a barrel of sprinkles and dousing himself with it. âIf you wanna go home so bad, get lost! Party pooper!â
The glasses character burst into cardboard tears. âYouâll get yourself hurt with all those sprinkles!â
A separate character was talking to the audience. âUh oh! Seems like theyâre having a fight. But know, even two very different people can be friends!â The little character cheered. âWhatâs important is that you set aside those differences aaaand...â The little characters all chimed in to say: âT-A-L-K! TALK!â
Saint pinched the bridge of his nose. What had started off cute had quickly devolved into annoying andâuncomfortable. The show continued, the party cheering the white character on as the floor became covered in sprinkles.
âMaybe we should pretend to get along. I donât think this thing is letting us go unless we try.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 Jan 23, 2024 13:31:04 GMT 9
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/1107895957519081622/1145884362253021254/200_casual~png Damn, this guy was chill. Angelo was thankful for this, for he was a deeply unchill person. He nodded, listening to Ozâs instructions and taking the clipboard. He was a bundle of nerves walking into the shop and making this permanent impulse decision, but being around this guy had gradually melted that away.
âItâs probably why he works here,â he thought as he read the waiver. He couldnât even be mad; if his tattoo turned out anywhere as good as the winding dragon on Ozâs sleeve, it would be well worth it. He signed his name in a neat, swooping cursive, his decision locked in ink.
Heâs trying to peek at the stencil process when Oz called out again, for questions this time, and Angelo did have one that was buzzing in his head. âIs it all getting done in one go?â The tattoo he chose didnât seem too big, and if it was, heâs certain the artist wouldâve advised otherwise, knowing itâs his first. But heâs uncertain of his pain tolerance.
There was also⌠âAnd what about maintenance?â He took out a little pocket notebook, realizing he should take this down. âIâm guessing I wonât be able to let it make contact while itâs fresh, so lying on my back, heavy clothes⌠but what about cleaning? Applying antibiotics?â
He frowned. âIf itâs on my back, wouldnât I need help with it?â
Who the Hell would he ask?
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Saint
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Weekend Warrior
Round 2
Posts: 386
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Player Name: Angelo Alvarez
OOC Username: Sleepy
Arena Points: 10
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Post by Saint on Jan 21, 2024 3:25:08 GMT 9
CURRENT BYTES: 5,516 DATE OF CHARACTER APP: MAY 16 2023 CLAIMING TYPE MOD: Secondary,
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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 21, 2024 3:19:14 GMT 9
Saint opened his eyes to a pop-up:
ARENA BATTLE COMPLETE!
He waved it away, groaning as he gathered his bearings. The floor was devoid of ice, instead a cold, solid tile. He was back at the lobby.
His heart sank as he searched himself, recalling the end of the fight: the sight of the Glaceon sinking into the water, Kazuki in its jaws, and his arms reaching to pull Gumball, Combusken, and Pignite towards him as the ground gave away underneath.
Saint heard the sound of a little bike horn, arms automatically moving to catch his starter as the popplio took a running leap at him. He cooed at the little fella, trying to calm him despite the feeling building in his chest. He eyed the lobby and found a familiar silhouette standing a ways off.
âYOU!â
He couldnât help himself. He didnât give a shit anymore if the man was stronger. He stomped up to him, and were it not for his hands being full with Gumball, he wouldâve gone on tiptoes and strangled him right then and there.
âWhat the Hell is wrong with you? How could you do that to your team!â He canât forget the fear in their eyes. How they didnât even try to intervene, only turned and ran from their trainerâs rampage, and perishing for it. âI donât care if you only see this as a game, that was awful. The fight was over, you didnât need to destroy the arena! Do you hear me, Kazuki? Kazuki!â
âI can hear you, goddamn it. Iâm not stupid, I know that was fucked.â The words were pressed through his grit teeth, as if to hold its volume in place. âYou didnât heal us, did you?â
At this, Saint flinched. His eyes narrowed at the sudden topic shift. âYour team had plenty of health left. With how much damage you all dealt, I thought the fight wouldnât last much longer, so I didnât want to influence the results.â
That only seemed to upset Kazuki further, his teeth bared as he turned to Saint. âYou were supposed to cover for all our injuries! Thatâs why I agreed to this!â
Saint wanted to throw his hands up. âWhat does it matter! You would have won either way! Why bring a healer at all? You didnât need me unless youââ he froze, finally getting a good look of his face ââunless you⌠knew. You knew this would happen?â
âNo! Fuck, fuck, no Iââ Kazuki hissed, wiping his hand on his face. âIt wasnât supposed to. The only time I had something like this happen was when I fought Ver. For it to happen with the fucking Glaceon...â
Saint frowned. He didnât know Kazuki well, their dynamic only barely civil, but what he was seeing didnât seem fake. The man seemed genuinely distressed. He still wanted to strangle him though; Kazuki was hopeless as an informant, rambling uselessly unless you jabbed the facts out of him. He cradled Gumball with one arm, pressing his temple to relieve some of the pressure there as he thought.
âAlright. I still donât entirely buy that was a fluke, but letâs continue with the study.â As angry as he was, Saint had to admit this was the best source he had for the effects of the Parasite class. He trusted Lacrimosa, but he wanted data from fresh eyes that didnât approach the Corruption scientifically, and what he saw back there left his brain clawing for answers.
He settled his gaze on Kazuki, expression steeled to a fine point. âBut we are going to talk over how you treat your team and what I managed to observe in the fight. We're making a plan. I refuse to let you turn us into live bait again.â
Saint sneered. âAnd tell me everything. I mean everything. Your past experiences, your old fights, âVerâ included.â
Kazuki tensed. The fucker was so predictable, Saint already knew not to buy it as he said, âFine.â
But there would be no point continuing to argue, and they already caused enough commotion in the lobby. Saint shook his head. âShow me your team. I want to check on how Combusken and Pignite are doing.â
Kazuki sighed, turning and walking to the exit. âAt the shrine. Come on. And donât expect them to listen to me for a longass while.â
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