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Weekend Warrior
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Posts: 122
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Player Name: Finn Argent
OOC Username: spibe
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Post by argent on May 30, 2023 4:11:40 GMT 9
ARGENT'S INVENTORY THE ARMORY THE HERALDRY THE TINCTURE
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argent
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Weekend Warrior
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Player Name: Finn Argent
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Post by argent on May 30, 2023 3:42:14 GMT 9
Okay, the pokemon was getting better. Shame it didn't seem to matter, though. "The more you get hurt, the more I have to walk all the way from the other route to here. So- Stop it, okay?" The charmander looked up at Argent, flinched back a little, and turned his attention back to the mareep. He had to do this, for this trainer!
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argent
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Weekend Warrior
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Player Name: Finn Argent
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Post by argent on May 29, 2023 11:26:17 GMT 9
Argent swore. The thing hurt, like kicking a jellyfish. He glared at the charmander. "Now- you do that. Go on." He huffed.
The charmander looked away, walking up to the mareep and hissing. The sheep didn't seem too perturbed- only jerking back when the charmander swiped at it with his claws.
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argent
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Weekend Warrior
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Posts: 122
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Player Name: Finn Argent
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 60
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Post by argent on May 29, 2023 11:23:28 GMT 9
The mareep is still standing there. It probably is coded that way, so trainers can finish things off.
It's kind of stupid, but Argent can use it. "It's not that fucking hard to hit something." He said, now refusing to look at the charmander. Instead, he stalked forward, cupping his hands over his mouth. "Hey! Over here!"
The mareep picked their head up, curious, and got kicked for their trouble.
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argent
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Weekend Warrior
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Player Name: Finn Argent
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Post by argent on May 29, 2023 11:16:02 GMT 9
So, he couldn't even just respawn there. No, he had to be sent all the way out here, and do some nonsense at a shrine, and then walk all the way back?
Argent huffed, irritable, and glared down into the base of the pit. Yeah, whatever. Health is an illusion. Only pain is real.
Only the pain of dealing with these developers.
"C'mon," He barked, the charmander on his heels again. "The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can hunt down Angel."
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argent
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Weekend Warrior
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Player Name: Finn Argent
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Arena Points: 60
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Post by argent on May 29, 2023 1:26:54 GMT 9
Argent pulled up the ui to see just how badly his shit ass gecko was doing. 69 hit points. "Nice," He laughed, an instant before the charmander was launched again.
"Are you kidding me?!" Argent hissed. "Are you a dragon or not?! What-" HE broke off, turning to run his hands over his face. "Are you, like, a runt? Did you get kicked out of the nest for being too small? What is the deal here?"
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argent
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Weekend Warrior
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Player Name: Finn Argent
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Post by argent on May 29, 2023 1:22:40 GMT 9
He did not get the drop on the mareep. He set the grass near the mareep on fire, and got kicked several feet. Argent watched him go, and glared at the sheep. This- was pathetic. This is the strongest pokemon the professor had? Absolutely disgusting. "Is that really the best you can do?" He asked, glaring down at the charmander. The little creature hissed a bit, and got back to his feet, lunging at the mareep again.
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argent
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Weekend Warrior
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Posts: 122
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Player Name: Finn Argent
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 60
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Post by argent on May 29, 2023 1:10:43 GMT 9
It was a sheep. A fucking sheep hopped over, and bleated at them. Argent stared at it, entirely displeased. "Is this it? Honestly?" He asked, shaking his head. He glanced down at the dragon beside him, gesturing dismissively at the. Sheep.
The charmander nodded, looking at it. The mareep wasn't doing anything, so he lunged, spraying fire at it, hoping to get the drop on it.
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argent
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Weekend Warrior
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Posts: 122
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Player Name: Finn Argent
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 60
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Post by argent on May 29, 2023 1:05:56 GMT 9
| ARGENTStorming in after his roommate stole another pirated copy from him, Argent is here on a mission: to win. What does that mean? It means taking down the little guys, and that absolutely means Angel and his friends. In truth, though, Finn is searching for something, even if he doesn't know it himself, and couldn't put a name to it. |
COLLECTIONS
LOADING SAVE DATA
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argent
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Weekend Warrior
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Player Name: Finn Argent
OOC Username: spibe
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Post by argent on May 29, 2023 0:30:00 GMT 9
Argent stalked out into the grass, eyes whipping around. There sure didn't seem like anything worth fighting out here. Just grass and rocks and a confused looking bird, fighting with itself.
"Find something useful," He snapped maybe to himself or the little charmander at his side, who doggedly scampered off after him. They would find something strong, together.
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argent
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Weekend Warrior
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Posts: 122
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Player Name: Finn Argent
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Post by argent on May 28, 2023 14:07:42 GMT 9
Argent knew how this game worked- the same as how every game worked. You started off in the easy sections, and took what you got there, and worked your way up to the harder sections. A blind toddler could do it.
But Argent was never one for doing things the way they were meant to be done.
So, as soon as he hopped back in, he didn't explore Briarbane, or route one- No, he went to the furthest route he could, looking for the biggest bastard he could.
Because there could only be one biggest bastard in the Steppes, and by god it was going to be him. ENTERING THE TALL GRASS!
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argent
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Weekend Warrior
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Player Name: Finn Argent
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Post by argent on May 20, 2023 13:31:54 GMT 9
At Angel's words, Argent paused. He was still breathing hard, wildly pissed, but wasn't trying to forcibly log Angel out. He licked his lips, grimacing when he tasted mud, and... took his hands off Angel. "You'll pay me back?" He said, eyes narrowed. Was Angel telling the truth? Was he truly going to pay Finn back for this? What he was owed?
"Alright," He said, stepping backwards, and vainly trying to slough the mud from his skin. He squinted at the hud like he was just starting to learn how to read. "Then... I expect the money in the living room by noon tomorrow."
Argent glanced over to see his starter... dancing, or whatever, with Angel's weird seal thing. "Hey- Get over here. We've got shit to do." The charmander flopped down, shaking mud from his hide and- brushing against Gumball as he did so- scampered after Argent.
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argent
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Weekend Warrior
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Posts: 122
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Player Name: Finn Argent
OOC Username: spibe
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Post by argent on May 20, 2023 12:29:11 GMT 9
Argent lunged up at Angel, grappling with him. There is no traction to be had by anyone, sopping mud staining everything they both have on them. Jackets are coated, hair stained, faces dripping. There's just the slorching of mud and sharp slapping as it hit them each in turn. Argent grabbed his own fistful of mud, and hurled it at Angel- not to hit him in the face, but to get it down his stupid ugly collar. "Stealing something and you can't even steal the real fucking thing!" He seethed, trying to force Angel back. "What fucking moron goes out of their way to steal a ten dollar fucking fake?"
The charmander squeaked at being tossed- and yelped as he was summarily juggled, bounced up and up at Gumball's whims. <Put me down!> He demanded, baby voice indignant.
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argent
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Weekend Warrior
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Player Name: Finn Argent
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Post by argent on May 20, 2023 5:03:24 GMT 9
The charmander struggled to get a hit on Gumball, who just writhed like a wacky wild inflatable tube man. He was dodging everything, and the charmander threw himself harder- only to get slapped- pap-pap-pap!
Argent was enjoying himself. It was good, he thought, seeing Angel thrown to the ground and muddy. He'd deserved a good hazing for a while. It was great, until Angel turned, and just- fucking- threw mud in his face. Argent flinched back, only partway successfully shielding his face- To which he let out another feral little snarl. "You steal from me and I'M the dick?!" He snapped.
He then resumed trying to drown Angel in the mud, at least until the animal fight culminated in his dragon and the weird fucking seal barrelling into his side.
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argent
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Weekend Warrior
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Player Name: Finn Argent
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Arena Points: 60
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Post by argent on May 20, 2023 3:36:30 GMT 9
The charmander hissed at the popplio's smile, and hunched defensively at the hamster ball. The two slammed together, the charmander going toppling. He shoved himself up out of the mud, hissing further before he lunged, claws splayed, going at the weird dog's face.
It was about then that Argent bodied Saint, slamming him back down into the mud. "You don't get to steal from me," He hissed, trying to shove his face down into the mud via his hair. "And walk away from it!" He was angered by the theft, of course. But... he was also thrilled by the fight. Getting to put Angel in his place? A delight.
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