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Post by Lucille on Aug 10, 2024 18:27:24 GMT 9
Lucille somehow found an internet café while she was enjoying her Summer vacation in some tropical far-off land, logging in as soon as she had received an email about the precious doggo tower prizes. The stoic woman's expression briefly quirked. She had raised a shiny Arcanine in the actual games before that she had spent many hours painstakingly breeding for with the Masuda Method, he was quite a bulky tank that she loved to use for stalling tactics. She probably wouldn't expect much different here in Unovr. The idea of having another fluffy dog to wordlessly fawn over internally excited the quiet woman.
"Aymr could you round up some pesky Koffing for Zacian and Zamazenta with Rollout?" She suggested, pale blue irises following the floating purple spheres. The Ghostly Hisuian form of Typhlosion stared at his trainer for a moment before slowly nodding his head and gearing up to practically Spindash– Sonic the Hedgehog style towards the poison-type balls that the two Legendary doggos sought after. PROMPT 79: [Tower] BJV5|Kmr1-501-50
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Post by Lucille on Jul 23, 2024 22:39:29 GMT 9
Lucille logged in after a few days of being under the weather ❝Sorry, work has been a bit hectic lately then I ended up getting sick. It's been... rough.❞ Lucille waved her hand towards the other party members accompanying her on the quest to the top of the legacy Cat Tower before turning her attention to the prompt flashing across her UI which called for a Ghost type move, she huffed softly. Okay she had plenty of options for such a thing. As the platform rose to the next floor Lucille plucked out a cerulean colored ball from under her jacket, casually tossing the sphere to bring out her starter, a Hisuian Typhlosion named Aymr.
❝Care to take care of a few Patrat for this one? Infernal Parade.❞ With a curt nod, Aymr didn't even hesitate once the order was dropped, swirling his arms around elegantly in order to conjure up several ghastly fireballs to launch towards the unsuspecting rodents. NEXT PROMPT #15: [Tower]suJJ1G_|1-50 1-50
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Post by Lucille on Jun 17, 2024 9:46:12 GMT 9
#s://i~imgur~com/RTpA96j~png As quickly as it had begun, it was over. Aymr's flames had been super effective on the petite cluster of eggs, just too much for the Exeggcute to withstand. Burning the wild Pokémon to a crisp. Despite the damaged looking ovular creatures kicking up a fuss in the first place. It had escalated way too quickly that Lucille felt like she had whiplash. Reaching and rubbing the back of her neck sheepishly. Returning her Aerodactyl to its pokeball after his noble good deed of the day.
The silver-haired kindler stepped closer, sighing and lowering herself down into a squatting position ❝I am so sorry for Aymr's behavior. He's been in a bit of a mood lately.❞ She spoke apologetically before carefully taking the straps of his backpacks down from her shoulders, setting it in front of her with the incubator holding the egg of a Zapdos within it. She opened the pouch containing a few hundred Pokeballs within it, plucking one out of it and lightly bonking the grassy-egg Pokémon on one of its many heads with it to initiate the capture sequence.
1... 2... 3...
Bing!
With her newly caught Pokémon in hand, Lucille rose to her feet after making sure her egg was secure and warm enough and carefully placing the backpack back over her shoulder, sliding her arms into the straps. Her eyes settling on the back of her starter Pokémon, who had his arms folded over his chest ❝We have to talk about this, as soon as we set up camp. I cannot have you putting others in danger by acting so recklessly, Aymr.❞
The hisuian Typhlosion was listening with ears pressed low against his skull, he couldn't bring himself to look at his trainer, he knew what he had done was dangerous... but he just couldn't bring himself to care; he was just so angry and bitter, and hurt. He was so muddled up inside that it was blinding him to what consequences that his actions could have.
❝Can we, please? I think it would be healthy for both of us. If you let everything out about what happened. But not here. Once we're all set up.❞ Lucille added, earning a slight nod from her ghostly companion
❝... We can talk.❞ With that said, the two made their way further into the deep, all-encompassing treeline. Hoping to find somewhere clear enough that they could set up camp as Lucille had originally wanted to do.
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Post by Lucille on Jun 17, 2024 9:06:38 GMT 9
#s://i~imgur~com/RTpA96j~png Aymr's ears flickered as the rustling of bushes caught his attention, only for a squad of egg-shaped pokémon to leap out from the depths of the undergrowth. Bouncing and angrily shouting at the tall fire type monster ❝Huuhh? I almost stepped on you? Well excuse me, I didn't know you were down there.❞ He spoke with a bristling growl to his voice. The fires around his neck and back flaring and threatening to plume like a volcano eruption. The sentiment only earned him to be pelted in the face with a string of bullet seeds ❝OW HEY! you wanna go?! ya' little shit--❞ The Hisuian monster grunted and lifted his hands to rub at his snout, he felt his blood boil, he was SO not in the mood for this. Any of it. Fire licked at the corners of his mouth as he bared his fangs, inhaling a deep breath before spewing a torrent of flamethrower down towards the group of clustered eggs, scorching the ground below and setting the dry grass of the ground ablaze.
Lucille lifted her head and blinked, she hadn't ordered any attack-- Aymr was acting on his own. ❝Aymr please be--❞ The kindler rushed towards the flaming ground below, panic evident in her movements. She didn't even have a water type to douse the fire, chewing her lip as her head whipped around for anything that she could use. Pausing before the heat generated would begin burning her skin. Her ears were ringing as her heartbeat thumped around wildly in her ribs. Think, Lucille, think! What else did she have that could put out fire?
Her fingers trembled as she tentatively reached for her newly revived fossil companion's pokeball. An Aerodactyl that she had placed within a Safari Ball. Plucking it from the belt at her hip, tossing it up into the air and unleashing the ancient prehistoric monster, the rock-flying type flapping his wide tattered and battle-scarred wings and hovering above the ground ❝Could you please try to put out the flames with rocks from Ancient Power?❞ Lucille pleaded softly.
With his orders received, the Aerodactyl nodded his head and let out a squawk of acknowledgement before willing a few fossilized boulders to gather with his energy, each one a different size as they swirled around the primitive being's form. Launching them towards the ground that had been set alight with fire before it spread any further.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Lucille moved closer towards the primordial pterodactyl, placing her hand against rough skin and giving him a few rewarding pats ❝Thank you very much.❞
❝No need to thank me, my dear. It was better to prevent a disaster and others losing their homes any further than they already have.❞ The Aerodactyl spoke as he looked at the surrounding areas, mostly eaten away by the corruption of events that had transpired before Lucille had even existed in UnoVR.
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Post by Lucille on Jun 12, 2024 8:32:22 GMT 9
#s://i~imgur~com/RTpA96j~png #s://i~imgur~com/RTpA96j~png #s://i~imgur~com/RTpA96j~png Lucille breathed out a sigh as a random flying type whooshed from the bushes, the ivory haired woman obviously startling the poor thing. She felt her heartbeat hammer away in her ears, clutching her trembling hand to her chest ❝Okay that was a close one.❞ She murmured to no one in particular as she lowered her hand under her jacket and plucked a light teal-blue pokéball from her belt, Aymr would keep her safe, wouldn't he? He had seemed a bit off for some strange reason after the events of the Raid. Distant and quick to snap, a complete one-eighty from how he used to be. Had evolution changed him so much? She wasn't exactly familiar with the temperament of Hisuian Typhlosion's usually. But every individual in the species was bound to be different. Had she angered him so much to become rebellious? Did she push him too far? Had she done the same with Byleth?
Perhaps she had. He was injured to the point of fainting during the raid and then the... fall. It was terrifying, plummeting towards the ground at breakneck speeds. She couldn't imagine how Aymr felt during the whole ordeal, having to retreat to the capsule prison which he despised so much. Maybe they should make an effort to talk about it once they were settled for camp.
With her mind made up and the pang of guilt building in the pit of her stomach, Lucille gently tossed Aymr's pokéball into the air. The sphere bursting open and unleashing the Hisuian form of Typhlosion forth. Catching the capsule once again and returning it to her belt ❝Hey Aymr. Would you like to walk with me? I could use the company.❞ The kindler posed the question tentatively. Her eyes looking at her fiery companion with a sheepish demeanor.
Aymr shook himself out before snorting a small puff of smoke that dissipated just as quickly as it came, the ghostly fire around his neck flickering and bathing the surrounding greenery in a purple hue. It was already beginning to get dark as the sun began to set behind the horizon as the hours passed by painfully slow, so they would have to find a clearing to make camp soon. ❝Oh now you want to let me out. You know I hate being in there. I haven't been out ONCE since that happened.❞ The towering ghost-flame pokemon scoffed, throwing his head to look away from his trainer as he began to move ahead of her.
Lucille reached her hand out after him hesitantly, her mouth opening to say something only for the words to die in her throat. Instead she lowered her head and followed after her companion, guilt heavy in her chest.
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Post by Lucille on Jun 12, 2024 8:00:57 GMT 9
#s://i~imgur~com/RTpA96j~png #s://i~imgur~com/RTpA96j~png #s://i~imgur~com/RTpA96j~png The ferry ride to the Beta Islands was a few hours yet felt like an eternity. The vessel was fairly packed, and finding a seat was difficult. So Lucille had settled on standing outside on the deck, leaning against the rail and watching the waves as they lapped at the boat and swayed. A low hum emitting from the ashen-haired woman as she spent long moments just relaxing and taking in the sights. At least the ocean was somewhat calm and the skies a clear blue above. It made everything bright, even the approaching island. Lucille could make out the tips of tall palm trees just about, or perhaps those could've also been Pokémon? Considering she had seen a very long Meowth being used as a bridge, nothing was out of the question anymore to her.
It was another 30 minutes before the ferry pulled into the pier and passengers had started to depart from the vessel. Lucille adjusted her backpack, which contained a tent and some camping supplies, as well as snacks. She planned to make this little excursion into some kind of bonding experience between herself and her Pokémon. Since the Thunderfall Raid, Lucille had a lot to think about and process about the whole thing. As well as having welcomed a few new faces aboard her little family of misfits.
Departing from the ferry, Lucille stood on the boarder of the pier and what was the beginning of Beta Island Canopy. Taking in a deep breath before taking her first steps, the grass meeting the heel of her boot with a dull thud. She ducked under some low hanging foliage as she ventured deeper into the Canopy undergrowth. The sound of rustling shrubbery and distant calls reaching her ears.
Okay, stay calm, nothing can hurt you. You have your team to protect you. Just keep going, just keep going--
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Post by Lucille on Jun 11, 2024 23:43:42 GMT 9
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Aerodactyl | Male | Rock/Flying | | Support | 250 HP | HEAL: 4d12 | Rare (+10) |
BASIC MOVES 1-10 Ancient Power, Bite, Supersonic, Wing Attack
TIER 1 MOVES 10-20 Wing Attack, Scary Face, Rock Slide
TIER 2 MOVES 20-30 Rock Slide, Roar, Crunch
TIER 3 MOVES 30-50 Crunch, Iron Head, Take Down, Stone Edge, Agility
TIER 4 MOVES 50-70 Agility, Hyper Beam, Giga Impact
TIER MAX MOVES 70-100
| OTHER INFORMATION: This Aerodactyl is many, many millions of years old, having been revived from a piece of Old Amber that was found. He has tattered, hole filled wings as well as a battle scar marring the flesh of the top of his snout along with a few littering his body, he seems to have seen many battles in times gone by. He does not remember much of anything from his past including his name and seeks to find answers with the help of his trainer. Speaks in #bfa579
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Post by Lucille on Jun 11, 2024 22:58:45 GMT 9
| Velouria |
Shinx | Female | Electric | | Tank | 500 HP | ATK: 1d150 | Uncommon (+5) |
BASIC MOVES 1-10 Leer, Tackle, Thunder Shock, Charge
TIER 1 MOVES 10-20 Bite, Spark, Roar
TIER 2 MOVES 20-30 Volt Switch, Scary Face
TIER 3 MOVES 30-50 Thunder Wave, Crunch, Discharge, Swagger, Wild Charge
TIER 4 MOVES 50-70
TIER MAX MOVES 70-100 | OTHER INFORMATION: Velouria, named after a character in Fire Emblem Fates– is a very friendly and prideful individual that is looking for affection and will usually be found rubbing up against her trainers leg or training and looking for ways to improve and hone her skills. She often emerges randomly from her Pokéball within the heat of battle and will jump in place of her trainer's choice of Pokémon in order to try and prove her worth– She doesn't like the spotlight being taken from her and will become rather irritable if someone is stealing the moment away from her.
She is quite an actress, very dramatic and a bit of a show-off as she always wants to prove what she can do to make her trainer proud of her. Fighting other Pokémon is her favorite way to pass the time. Velouria is always looking for a treat after each battle and has a sweet tooth for the sugary delectable flavor of berries. However, she is very protective of her trainer and will be weary of strangers at first unless they are proven to not have malicious intentions. Very proud of her clean appearance and is often found grooming herself.
Velouria cannot control how much electricity is put into her electric attacks. Often results in shocking her Trainer and charging her fur, fluffing her up. Speaks in #61d6f7
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Post by Lucille on Jun 11, 2024 22:01:18 GMT 9
Lucille found herself flitted away to a rather busy looking Laboratory, the insistent ringing of bells slowly fading in her ears. Clutching a singular round piece of fossilized Amber to her chest, she whipped her head back and forth wildly in search of her ghostly companion, a feeling of dread settling in her chest as the large draconic creature was nowhere to be seen ❝Byleth?! Byleth!❞ She remembered digging through charcoal black ashes and bits of fragmented bone before a flashing red error alarmed and swarmed her UI then things faded to black.
A rumble at her hip caught her attention, lifting her jacket to take a closer look before breathing a sigh of relief and plucking the sphere of her ghostly emotional support dragon from her belt. Byleth must have been resent to her luxuryball with the whole black out situation. Lucille gave the capsule a gentle toss into the air, watching it burst and let out the towering Dragapult.
Byleth let out a yawn, sleepily rubbing her eyes before floating over and nestling her chin against her trainers head, using it as a nice comfortable pillow, causing the ivory haired woman to look up at her ❝Yeah, glad you're okay too.❞ She let out an amused snort of air from her nostrils before heading into the laboratory to take her turn with the Fossil reviving machine.
Lucille lowered her gaze to the fiery orange colored resin resting in her palm, studying the smooth surface with bits of ancient bone buried deep within, she had to wonder what Pokémon would come from such a thing. She felt eyes on her, many other trainers in the room were waiting for her to revive her fossil so that they could get to theirs. Swallowing thickly, her eyes shifted to the machine before her, reaching out a gloved-hand to tap a button to pop open the lid to lower her piece of Old Amber inside. Closing the lid and watching as the machine jolted and whirred to life, energy swirling like dark tendrils reaching out from under the rim of the lid. It was horrifyingly intriguing, but after what felt like a good few moments of rumbling about like a washing machine with a brick in it, the machine stilled. Smoke arising from the lid as it popped back open.
A whooshing sound pierced through the idle chatter of the room as a pale colored Pokémon leapt from the fossil machine, the prehistoric Pokémon swooping and circling above the woman's head before lowering into a landing, wings tattered and a scar marring the bridge of his nose. It seemed that this Aerodactyl had seen many-a-battle in ancient times. The beast stared with narrow charcoal irises, skin dampened with fluids from the restoration process. Aerodactyl shook the excess liquids off before tucking his wings in and turning his attention to the snow-haired woman standing with a bewildered expression on her face ❝Where am I?❞
❝A la-laboratory, Doctor Bunya's to be exact.❞ Lucille answered after shaking herself out of her stupor ❝You've been asleep for quite a long time. How are you feeling?❞
❝I don't remember much... I feel stiff and dazed. Also who is that with you?❞ The Dino asked while pointing a singular digit towards the sleepy Dragapult resting upon the Kindlers head ❝Who are you?❞
Lucille lifted her head and blinked ❝This is Byleth, she has been with me since she was a little hatchling. We've been through quite a lot here and she helps calm me down when I'm anxious.❞ She responded softly before reaching her hand and giving Byleth's head a light pat, not wanting to disturb her too much. The dragon-ghost type briefly opening one of her eyes and groggily waving her ghostly tail at the newcomer before nuzzling against her trainers icy locks. Lucille then lowered her hand and pointed towards herself ❝I'm Lucille, I'm a Pokémon trainer that travels around a lot and makes friends with Pokémon like you. What about you? do you have a name?❞ Lucille introduced herself.
The battle-scarred Aerodactyl let out a gruff hum in thought, his eyes wandering around the surroundings as if trying to find something that would make him remember his own name. He slowly shook his head and lowered it in disappointment ❝I can't recall... Much of my life seems to be a blank to me since waking up in this strange place.❞
❝Hey! That's ok, there's no rush to remember right away. Maybe you could come and travel with me? We may find ways to help you with your memory. What do you think?❞ Lucille suggested as she leaned forward to reach out her hand towards the prehistoric pokemon. The newly revived pokemon's gaze lowered to the hand presented to him, furrowing his eyebrows for a few moments before he tentatively placed his wing-hand in Lucille's with a nod—
❝Don't see what other choice I have, this world is unfamiliar to me. I shall trust myself to you, Lucille... and hope that we can find answers together.❞
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Post by Lucille on Jun 9, 2024 23:13:59 GMT 9
Lucille once again found herself within the Dog Park. This time with a very different purpose, it had been quite some time since she had logged into UnoVR and while things never stood still and were always advancing, she was beginning to feel a little rusty. The tall silvery-white haired woman would reach a gloved hand under her jacket and pluck a small, strange teal colored capsule from her belt, the sphere rolling between her fingers before sitting in her palm. The kindler watched as other trainers corralled the Wooloo and tried many strategies to try and get them to wherever they needed to be. Quirking a single eyebrow in mild intrigue when an idea struck her ❝Aymr perhaps you could block their paths with some fire?❞ With that said, she turned her attention to the large ghostly form of her Hisuian partner.
Aymr with his eyes half-lidded, stared at Lucille with a questionable look ❝I'd burn the grass but sure, guess I can try to block 'em off.❞
Lucille blinked and paused for a moment ❝Actually on second thought, maybe that's not such a good idea. Wouldn't want to set the whole place ablaze.❞ ❝Gee, ya' think? Here, let me take care of this.❞ Aymr scoffed and rolled his eyes before moving his hands elegantly, focusing ghostly fire energy between them and shaping a ring of several fireballs before launching them towards the walking balls of wool that were straying off from the pack as the others herded them. NEXT PROMPT 49: [Tower]a5wIZ7Sl1-50 1-50
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Post by Lucille on Apr 10, 2024 4:21:35 GMT 9
Lucille nodded her head as her Hisuian partner returned to her side ❝Good job, Aymr.❞ She said simply before turning her attention to the next prompt that popped up on her screen, fortunately she had thought to bring a few other Pokémon that she would typically have on hand. As the floor rose up to the next step in their towering adventure, Lucille breathed out as she reached under her bomber jacket to one of the inner pockets, taking out a pokeball that was reduced to its more portable size between two of her fingers, tapping the button in the center to enlarge it before nonchalantly tossing it up into the air. The sphere sending out a rather uninterested looking feline in the form of a Glameow. ❝Scratch the Patrat, if you would.❞ With the command issued, the Glameow's eyes began to gleam with predatory intent as slitted blue orbs flitted this way and that, seeking out her prey. She began to creep low to the ground as she approached one of the meerkat-like rodents, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce and unleash her claws on the unsuspecting victim.
That moment arrived as she leapt at the opportunity and brought her unsheathed claws down upon the Patrat she managed to sneak upon, a hopefully direct hit with her scratch attack! NEXT PROMPT #8: [Tower]upb5|mAn1-50 1-50
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Post by Lucille on Feb 16, 2024 6:37:30 GMT 9
Oh a race? Might check it out. The notification message flashed across the top of her UI along with the message; Big Bee HAS INVITED YOU TO A RACE! DO YOU ACCEPT? Lucille's finger hovered over the yes button for a few moments, hesitant. She had interacted with Big Bee a little here and there, which honestly was a lot for someone used to being so socially inept and solitary. The thought of actually building friendships in UNOVR both excited and terrified her greatly. But perhaps she just needed to take the leap and dive into the complicated world of personal relationships.
Breathing out slowly to calm the building knot in her stomach, she finally clicked the yes to accept the invitation. Ostellia had been unexplored territory for her so far, work had kept her too busy to do much of anything after the Thunderfall Raid and honestly, Lucille felt a tad bit under prepared for such exploration currently, especially in the TGHP department. She would have to fix that at some point, but right now, she had a race to attend.
Upon arriving to the Drowned Harbor, Lucille was greeted by the sight of many Viking-esque Dragon boats, though the helms were all shaped like various different Pokémon heads, ranging from Gyarados to Empoleon and more, each baring unique design patterns and colored woods. Various trainers selecting their teams for the upcoming competition. The announcers call loud and echoing across a set of loudspeakers, hurrying along sign-ups and late comers. Tucking the yellow and black striped legendary egg under her arm as she approached one of the barnacle and sediment covered longboats, blinking as she found a rather questionable Magikarp flopping about helplessly against the deck of the vessel, furrowing her eyebrows, she set the egg down leaning against one of the seated sections before moving to soothe the aquatic creature enough to calm its erratic movements then scoop the poor thing up and return it to the oceans it came from.
Once that was over with, Lucille scooped three Pokéballs from her belt, releasing her teammates for the race, Aymr the Helmsman, Byleth the Rower and Edelgard the Figurehead.
Aymr the Hisuian Typhlosion shook himself off, a somewhat sour expression on his face as he side-eyed his trainer and huffed, obviously not enjoying his time cooped up within his Pokéball when he preferred to be out and about alongside his trainer, before making his way to the back of the boat to his designated position. Grasping a hold of the rudder and giving it a few test movements, the movement stiff and uncoordinated, the wood feeling slimy and almost like the slightest touch would make it disintegrate in his grasp yet somehow started to loosen up from its stiffened state. With a nod, Aymr seemed satisfied, for now.
Byleth the Dragapult took her position in the rowers section of the boat, curling her noodly-hand arm around the oar and floating above the disgustingly slimy seating, her ghostly tail curling around the egg resting against the wooden benches footing area. Wide amber irises glancing at the electric-yellow surface of the oval-shaped object, shoulders slumping in a slightly disheartened manner, the egg was no further along to the point of hatching quite yet. Byleth, bless her maternal nature, wanted to meet the bird inside eventually.
Edelgard the Litten's eyes widened like dish plates as she scrambled along Lucille's form, claws digging into fabric and skin alike as she finally came to rest upon the kindler's head, causing the woman to wince and grit her teeth as the scratches began to sting. Hissing and fur standing on end ❝Water! We're surrounded by Water! Get me out of heeeerrreee! I demand it!❞ Edelgard bellowed, her tail whipping about in agitated manner. Sighing, Lucille reached up to try and peel the fiery feline from her head only to have the Litten's claws digging into her scalp, causing the kindler to yelp ❝Edelgard, will you calm down! You're not going to fall in the water. We'll be keeping an eye on you the entire time, okay? You just have to cheer Aymr and Byleth on. That's all you have to do.❞ There were a few moments of reluctant grumbles before the Litten sheathed her claws again ❝Ugh... fine, but you better keep to your word, got it?❞ Finally Lucille peeled the fire-type from her head, making a mental note to place bandaids on any scratches she could find later. Moving to the front of the boat and placing the reluctant feline down against the slimy, moss and barnacle covered wooden surface at the front of the barely sea-worthy vessel.
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Post by Lucille on Feb 14, 2024 8:56:39 GMT 9
Lucille's pickaxe made a resounding clang as it struck through the charcoal-colored matter below, lowering herself down as she set her gaze upon what looked to be a chunk of solidified amber, a strand of bone dead in its center perfectly preserved. The composed woman quirked an eyebrow as she swiped her gloved hands across the dirt, clearing off debris and smaller chunks of human remains to try and uncover more of her findings. Her UI brought up the name OLD AMBER for the fossilized amber resting in her palms, nodding her head, Lucille pocketed the item just in time for the blackened floor below to dissipate from under her. She opened her mouth to scream, but her voice would die in her throat before ever reaching the ears of the fellow players around her.
They had fallen a good few feet now. Her landing wasn't as bad as it could've been, thanks to her Dragapult grasping a hold of her hands to steady her fall to a gentle glide down to the floor ❝Once again saving my bacon, Byleth. Thank you.❞ Short and sweet, exactly how she preferred things usually. Pale-blue irises flitted about to study her surroundings, the ground was more pristine than the previous layers of earth, or rather Mistra. There wasn't even a moment to dust off her jacket and clothes before an annoying jingle pierced her ears and a pop-up darted across her UI. Eyes scanned the description of the gift. A bead of sweat forming across her brow as she lifted her arm to wipe it against the fabric of her sleeve. Ok, she had to palm this off on someone otherwise she would end up one some kind of... naughty list?
Her head swiveled from side to side as she looked over the players scattered around the excavation site. Great, who would she even give this to? An unamused hum left the woman's throat as she stared at the gift that had materialized within her hands. Perhaps Big Bee would be somewhat easier for her to approach, having already gone into battle together with many others. They were at least somewhat acquaintances, right? They hadn't exactly interacted very much but still. Big Bee was approachable and a friendly face if anything, and Lucille, bless her anxious soul, could stand to get out of her own shell a little more.
With a nod and her mind made up, she began her approach. Fingers fumbling idly with the ribbon that sat against the cardboard surface of the gift box as the sound of dull footsteps seemed to die out in the empty space. What was a few brief moments felt like an eternity as she closed the distance between herself and Big Bee, leaving her Dragapult, Byleth to her own digging devices. The treasure below the surface calling to the ghostly-being.
❝Big Bee, hello.❞ Lucille finally greeted, without another word she awkwardly jutted the gift towards the man, her eyes looking everywhere else but the trainer standing before her.
Byleth || 350 / 500HP[Fossil2]|2_JPDzg1d15 1d15
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The Tempest
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Posts: 79
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Player Name: Lucille Whitehall
OOC Username: Riri
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Post by Lucille on Feb 13, 2024 15:45:46 GMT 9
Lucille blinked as her pickaxe struck through the layers of charred biological material, unearthing a piece of fossilized bone from some kind of Pokémon that she didn't recognize in the slightest, It was an odd greenish blue color with a large set of jaws with a dome shaped head engraved into the surface, and what looked like fins? It was an odd-looking thing and looked pretty incomplete as one would have put it. The ashen-haired woman began dusting off the remainder of the fossil before taking it into her hands and looking at her archeology partner ❝Look familiar to you, Byleth?❞ Luci asked, her demeanor Stoic and calming down from her earlier unease somewhat. Byleth took a moment to glance at her trainer, shaking her large triangular head and settling back into her digging activity, scraping through the charred matter with her noodle-armed appendages. Intent on looking for more treasures, some potentially for her private stash. The motherly dragon even getting her little Dreepy missiles to help in her endeavor, the floating little noodle-dragons squealing and scooping up small amounts of matter with their stubby arms and carrying it into an ever building pile.
Lucille shrugged her shoulders at her Dragapult and moved to set the fossil down beside the ghostly creature. Figuring it was better to keep whatever they dug up in a pile where they could pick out what they wanted at a later point in their excursion. Once that was done, the jacket-clad woman returned to swinging her pickaxe, the sounds of sleigh bells and clanking metal ever present in her mind.
Byleth || 400/500 HP
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The Tempest
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Posts: 79
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Player Name: Lucille Whitehall
OOC Username: Riri
Arena Points: 10
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Post by Lucille on Feb 13, 2024 15:13:21 GMT 9
Pleasantries had been exchanged upon Lucille logging in after a busy work schedule. Heading into the tower, only to be greeted with the smell of cat litter and rodents. The snow-haired woman wafted her hand in front of her face to try and dislodge the scent assault on her nostrils. Not that it helped very much. Ashen-blue irises scanned the decor of the tower floors as they slowly ascended to the third floor. A large ghostly-wolverine towering over the height of the trainer, purple flames flickering around the back and base of its neck as relaxed crimson eyes seemed to stare vacantly into space. The Hisuian creature blinked slowly before stretching himself out and shaking out his fur ❝We're here now, what should we do? These Patrat aren't gonna clear themselves out, y'know?❞ Aymr the Hisuian Typhlosion asked, lowering his head and lifting one of his paws to scratch an irritating itch behind his ear. His back leg kicking as he reached the culprit. Boy did that feel good!
Lucille's gaze shifted to the prompt sitting in the objective box of her UI, USE A FIRE MOVE. Her head moved in a small nod before her attention drifted to her companion ❝Use Flamethrower to draw them out. Create a ring of fire if you must.❞ Upon the command, the towering fire-ghost Pokémon known as Aymr moved to lower himself down on all fours, crackling flames licking at the corners of his jaws as he gathered fire within his throat before spewing a continuous jet of flames at the various Patrat scattering themselves around the floor of the tower.
NEXT PROMPT #3: [Tower]FhmPaZG61-50 1-50
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