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Post by Respiro on Dec 12, 2024 16:42:12 GMT 9
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Post by Respiro on Dec 12, 2024 16:41:23 GMT 9
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Post by Respiro on Oct 30, 2024 13:14:27 GMT 9
The other boy caved! Success! Delight! A wonderful day! Respiro had always been lucky. Even as Rook, Lady Luck had always favored his endeavors; had opened secret paths when it had seemed there was nowhere to go, had given him options when it seemed he had none. The dice always fell in his favor. The odds were ever-on-his-side. Seldom did Respiro encounter an obstacle he could not simply patter around, choosing not to read the signs. And for the handful of times that had gotten him into trouble, he'd always managed to squeeze out of it again. In reality, perhaps the challenge of dealing with someone so committed to not understanding simply exasperated people into giving him what he wanted. So Respiro got to ride on the giant dog. He recalled Cetitan again and landed neatly on the ground where the land whale had been, running up to the Boltund. Energetic as usual, he took a flying leap towards the center of the saddle now that Josh Devlin was not in it. It was just about his size, and he shifted around a little to get comfy before tying his sandals around his neck and slipping his bare feet into the stirrups. Then he sat there, clearly thrumming with excitement and enthusiasm. He cocked his head at Josh expectantly, as if to say So where are we going? |
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Post by Respiro on Oct 29, 2024 20:47:20 GMT 9
Kshhhh! Respiro shielded his eyes from the light as Snivy evolved with a sound like a breaking wave. The new Pokemon clung to his back like a potted vine, as if a morning glory had grown from the small of his back to settle on his shoulder. Servine, longer than Snivy, but not much bigger. It stretched its neck towards the sun, one step beyond seedling. "!!" the little fighter said happily, arms still full of iron. He was getting tired of carrying it. Fortunately, he was drawing close to the rendezvous point with Torino, and hopefully the pink-haired girl would take it off his hands and use it to make him amazing new materials! Even better than what you could find in shops! Light glinted off of something shiny in the branches above. It was unusual to see something like that in the Timberlands—usually the fog obscured all, and even in this server, the sun seldom peeked past the clustered gray clouds. Respiro stopped to crane his head, wondering what the flash could have been. There was a nest high above him. Respiro backpedaled to get a better look and saw the flash again: a silvery-gray metal. It looked like the eggs in the nest were made of it. Curiosity aroused, Respiro wondered what could have laid such a thing. A Skarmory? Not here in Asper. A Chandelure? Not known for their nest-building! Deciding Torino could wait a little longer, he decided to climb the tree and investigate. The trunk was no problem, little more than a run and a jump before seizing lower boughs and beginning a stable ascent. His palms scraped painfully against the bark, fingers growing sticky with sap. As Respiro reached the branch with the nest, it became obvious it would not bear his weight. Tapping Servine, Respiro mimed stretching as far as he could go and the grass-type snake obliged, leaning out over the edge of the branch. Vines slithered out, slithered out; two twin green tape measures winding towards the end of their coil. For a moment, it looked like they were going to make it: then they stopped. The little fighter rubbed his eyes. There was a sweet scent rising from his hands. What was happening? He was getting dizzy: it seemed like the further they stretched, the further the branch moved away. Was it a trick of the light? A trick of the senses? An optical illusion? He reached out with one hand. He did not brush metal, but he saw a small tooltip pop up above the eggs. It said, GERMANIUM SPHERULE. He blinked. Now it said AMERICIUM CAPSULE. The world wavered. Respiro very nearly pitched off the side of the branch, except that Servine saved him. Vines lashed out, wrapping around the masked player and binding him to the branch he had been straddling. Respiro reeled, head lolling on his shoulders, a third tooltip dancing before his eyes. YTTERBIUM PUSTULE. It burst like an egg in the microwave, coating him with bright, liquid metal that smelled sweet as candy. <You're seeing things. The sap from this tree... it's doing something to you.> Servine's many-headed body swam before his eyes, blinking chocolate-brown eyes. <I'm going to lower you down. Don't fight it.>Respiro closed his eyes, holding onto his nausea as the serpent lowered him from the tree back onto the forest floor. He collapsed next to the Pit-Chilled iron, sides rising and falling unsteadily. Then steadily. Peacefully. [tangent= Why wake from such peaceful dreams?] ¿Por qué despertar de sueños tan pacíficos?[/tangent] Servine coiled up on his chest, the air still thick with the fumes of Mirage Resin, waiting for Torino to find them. {REQUIREMENTS FILLED}Greenhorn's Glaive (weapons) - Find treasure that is just out of reach. {INGREDIENTS COLLECTED 1/4}Pit-chilled Iron - This iron has been down into the Precipice Shrine and lived to tell the tale. It exudes a melancholy chill.
Mirage Resin - A sticky sweet tree sap. Its fumes induce hallucinations. (Located)
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Post by Respiro on Oct 29, 2024 17:22:28 GMT 9
It was the end of the world, and the end of the Park of Dogs. Perhaps the Minior had been foreshadowing for the next space-thing to descend on the park. Respiro now knew how it felt to be a dinosaur, looking up at destruction. A tear in the sky. An omen of doom. A giant tennis ball, poised to end life as they knew it. Tennis ball?! Respiro's reverie was interrupted and he spat out his cold drink. Mask dripping, he clutched his plastic water bottle close, frozen momentarily as he watched other players running past the sign, through the gates, and into combat with Eternatus. Es el momento de actuar. The time to act. Respiro moved his feet. His sandals slid across the grass. Then they lifted. He felt energy coming up from the ground, infusing him, inspiring him. Aura built around his legs, spreading upwards like a growing tree. [tangent=Go.] Anem.[/tangent] He kicked off like a shooting star, vaulting the fence and into the fray. His eyes were fixed on the ball, tunneling in on their objective. It had to be stopped: no! It had to be taken!Or perhaps given? Respiro released Leafeon, who stood beside him with wide brown eyes shining. They reflected the bruised magenta light from the giant hand like comet-trails. <Please give us the ball!> she called into the air, focusing all her powers of persuasion. The background chorus of singing lent her words strength, gravitasse. <Surely you can find another one out in the universe!>leafeon used baby-doll eyes!
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Post by Respiro on Oct 29, 2024 16:53:46 GMT 9
There were many types of snow.
Snow that was like baking soda, soft and dry and fine, crumbling away between your fingers like packed bread crumbs. Snow that was wet and slushy, dragged down by water and ugly tears. Snow meant to preserve. Snow means to sustain. Snow marked with heartsblood.
Respiro shook himself as a snowball exploded on his chest. "!!" he said, yellow eyes wide. He skipped backwards, brushing the snow off his front.
Then he dove for the cooler to pack a snowball of his own!
They had come a long ways from throwing packed snow at Dra. Bunya's windows. Respiro wondered what would have happened had Alicia joined him in the pointless act, then discovered the human heart waiting at the bottom. Would they have frozen it again? Run back inside to get more snow?
It was a sign to practice awareness. Not to be too hasty. Not to act on impulse, on interest. But was that enough to get through to Respiro?
He threw a snowball at Alicia, then packed another one to throw at her Cyclizar. He was laughing; quietwhispered sounds trapped in a beak-shaped mask.
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Post by Respiro on Oct 29, 2024 14:12:51 GMT 9
Despite the other boy's obvious refusal, there was a small light. A message appeared in response to his own, and Respiro brightened visibly as he read it. He'd sent the original trade request in Catalan, which he used most comfortably at home, but Miquel knew Spanish as well! It was taught at school, and used all around the rest of Spain outside Barcelona. Back when he'd gone to school. Back when his family had traveled. Refusing to dwell on that, Respiro happily typed back the nail in the communication coffin: He was still bummed Josh hadn't wanted to trade his hand-crafted saddle for ancient random money, but he resolved to show the other boy what he was working with. Respiro released his Cetitan. The white whale was 14 feet high - not even a third of a true Wailord's size, but certainly enough to spill over the sidewalk and block off a lane of the dirt road. Respiro tried to take a running leap to climb up its side and slipped off the creature's smooth skin. He was forced to double-jump with Aviator all the way to the top, where he stood precariously on top of the creature's wide, slippery head. He windmilled his arms, ready to catch himself on the wind if he lost his footing. It was obvious he couldn't ride Cetitan bareback. He would slip right off! |
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Post by Respiro on Oct 28, 2024 11:12:21 GMT 9
The stampede of Tauros pulled up short, intimidated by the huge Arcanine. One moment, the path ahead had been clear: the next, the massive dog was there in a blur of speed, a clear warning. Stop! Go back! Not this way!But momentum was a difficult thing to break. Hooves scored the soft clay of the Steppes, smearing messy brown lines in the grass as tens of Tauros threw on the brakes. But several were already too close to the edge—they mooed in panic, hooves slipping on the side of the canyon. One lost control and slipped over the edge, sliding down onto a narrow game-trail twenty feet below. Another, jostled by its comrades, stumbled and began to fall. Respiro acted. He stood up on Dodrio's back and vaulted off onto the air, pushing out with a powerful kick. He ran on the backs of the herd, featherlight and footsure, then onto Torino's Arcanine. Above the creature's fluffy head he pulled out something incongruous: what looked like a bazooka with a Pokeball in the end. The creamy fluff of the Arcanine's head parted like tall grass as Respiro focused the scope, then fired. Bam! Bam!Two Pokeballs hurtled down the cliff. One caught the falling Tauros just in time, the other captured the one stuck on the lower path. Satisfied, Respiro tucked his Capsule Launcher away again and jumped off Bella. Pattering towards the edge of the canyon, he crouched down at the edge to have a look. He had a birds-eye view of the river from here. It was almost like getting a private helicopter tour of the Grand Canyon, though the one in the Steppes was not so vast. There was a thin pillar of light coming from the bottom of the canyon, further down. A location marker. That was where they had to herd the Tauros to! Respiro gestured for Rockruff and Torino to follow him, and spied a wide, comfortable switchback path leading down into the canyon. The Tauros would have to go single-file, but as long as they were calm, there should be no problem. And if there was, he would be ready with his Capsule Launcher to contain them safely! |
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Post by Respiro on Oct 28, 2024 10:57:25 GMT 9
TRAINER TITLESAce Trainerx1 have 3 trainer stars x1 roll a crit on a d100 x1 mention asexuality Battle Legend/Girlx5 join or start threads in the Arena ✔️x1 Battle a Legendary Pokemon (Lunala) x10 use Supereffective Moves Cafe Masterx2 Visit a cafe in-character x5 Order 5 different drinks x5 Use coffee or tea-related imagery in your posts Cowboy/Cowgirlx1 Lasso something or someone x5 Ride on one of your Pokémon ( dodrio, dodrio, cetitan, noivern, five) x2 Ride a wild Pokémon Muddy Boy/Girlx3 be covered with mud or other viscous liquids x1 obtain a Pokemon with Mud in its name x3 have another character refer to you as 'dirty' Ordinary Guy/Ladyx10 use Tackle, Growl, Leer, or Pound x3 your PC gets ignored in a thread x1 post in the Offline board about your character's everyday routine Poke Fanx1 Expand your Storage Box x5 Mention specific Pokémon merchandise your character wants/owns x3 Obtain Pokémon in the Fairy Egg Group Rising Starx1 Win an Arena Battle x1 Make a wish on a star x3 Catch three starter Pokémon OR Pokémon with "star" in their names x3 Use Swift Sky Trainer✔️x3 Obtain a Pokémon which can float or fly (noibat, vivillon, rookidee) ✔️x3 Get an eagle-eye view of something ( bell tower, canyon, crater) ✔️x3 Reference an airplane or helicopter ( helicopter, propeller plane, private jet/helicopter) Veteranx1 Be on UNOVR for 1 Year x3 Reference a previous patch or "the way things used to be" Warriorx3 Obtain Cat Pokémon (espeon, two, three) x1 Hide an Important Secret x1 State a Prophecy in-character x1 Prepare for Battle Cool Beautyx2 Stay cool under pressure x1 Have another character compliment your appearance x1 Don sunglasses x2 Obtain ice-type pokemon (cetitan, two) Fairy Tale Girl/Boyx3 Compare a situation to a fairy tale x3 Obtain Fairy-type Pokemon (morgrem, two, three) x1 Kiss a prince/princess |
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Post by Respiro on Oct 27, 2024 20:56:48 GMT 9
Respiro waved his hands excitedly. If he had a proper saddle, he could ride big Pokemon too! Unfortunately, he did not understand the polite response the other boy had given him. Still, he was persistent. He pointed adamantly at the big dog, and Josh's saddle. Then he pulled out a wad of ancient cash. They resembled american dollars for the most part, but instead of Benjamin Franklin (not that Respiro knew who that was), they were marked with the face of Bill instead. It was not a currency usually used in-game, and certainly not one used between players. Nevertheless, Respiro waved the handful enthusiastically at Josh, then again pointed at his saddle. A message appeared in Josh Devlin's inbox. Vols comerciar? PLAYER Respiro wants to trade $100 BILLS x12 for CUSTOM SADDLE
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Post by Respiro on Oct 27, 2024 20:35:53 GMT 9
The city was noisy today. Respiro turned up the collar of his Midnight Duster, cloaking his beaky face in shadow. He pattered un-mysteriously down the street, subconsciously trying to avoid the commotion in the middle of town. "I've lived a life that's full
I travelled each.... and every highway..."Someone was singing. Respiro covered his ears. The tune was vaguely familiar, and he recognized it as a famous English song. "And more... much more than this
I did it MYYYY WAYYYY..."Respiro could not know what an infamous song he was hearing, he could only perceive that it was very obtrusive! He stopped to fiddle with his settings, trying to turn up ambient background music as loud as possible to drown out the singing man. "Regrets, I've had a few
But then again.... too few to mention..."It wasn't enough. Something must be overriding it: proximity? That meant the singing man was close. Respiro resolved to hunt him down and end his singing. One thing was for sure: he needed a bird's-eye view. The singing voice was echoing too much, its source obfuscated. "I planned.... each charted course
Each careful step.... along the byway..."Respiro began to climb the Bell Tower in the center of town. He'd done it before, before unlocking Aviator, and it was much easier this time. He took a running start, made it three or four running-lengths vertically, then skipped backwards to double-jump off the air. He ping-ponged back and forth like Super Meat Boy, maddened by the fact the singing seemed to be getting louder."And more, much more than this
I did it MYYYYY WAYYYY!"There! Respiro saw him— not on the ground, but at the top of the bell tower! The man's face was hidden inside the bell, which he was singing directly into to gain the highest acoustics. "!!" he said. His ears were ringing: how was Morpheus so loud?The little fighter shot in through the window of the bell tower, one leg extended in a powerful kick. He struck not Morpheus, but the side of the bell, which resonated with a deep BONGGG that briefly stunned its occupant. Landing already running, Respiro pounced on the apparent Morpheus and wrestled the doppelganger to the ground, stuffing his mouth full of ancient Unovan currency before vaulting back out the far window of the tower and somersaulting back down into a haystack. Thankfully, the singing did not resume. NEXT PROMPT: pZAOHfco1-100{PROMPT KEY}1-10 My doppelganger is committing a minor crime 11-20 My doppelganger is performing a good deed 21-30 My doppelganger is doing something inhuman 31-40 My doppelganger is doing everything backwards 41-50 My doppelganger is singing a poor rendition of a song 51-60 My doppelganger is dressed in a strange costume 61-70 My doppelganger is stuffing their face with too much food 71-80 My doppelganger is advertising for a real-life company 81-90 My doppelganger is speaking with a different voice 91-100 My doppelganger is getting married  Congrats! |
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Post by Respiro on Oct 23, 2024 17:54:57 GMT 9
Fast AttackPokemon: Respiro Move Type(s):  Move Target: Colossal Rookidee PXo0Qwy_sweeper2sweeper2 |
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Post by Respiro on Oct 23, 2024 17:53:46 GMT 9
Charge AttackPokemon: Rockruff Core Ability: Guard Ability Target: Respiro Move(s) Used: Odor Sleuth (Never Normal) Move Type(s):  Move Target: Colossal Rookidee c8wiori2tank2tank2 |
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Post by Respiro on Oct 23, 2024 17:49:11 GMT 9
Colossal Pokemon Attack (Easy)
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If Supereffective: +20Buried in the blue feathers of Rookidee's back, Respiro clung against gravity and wind, ferried at the whim of their Colossal enemy.
"I have to help him," Watchog said, turning away from the open window. It looked around the chamber they were in, multicolored eyes glowing in the dark. The room was filled with artifacts—it was almost indistinguishable, but some carried a faint glow. Magic? Not impossible, certainly not in this setting.
The giant meerkat approached a stone picture frame hanging on the wall. It was hanging off-center: Watchog adjusted it.
Outside, it heard a howl from Rockruff as the Colossal Rookidee was abruptly boosted, its speed increasing to a blinding degree. The massive bird, with Respiro still on it, was suddenly so fast it couldn't be seen with the naked eye. The world was painted in smears of blue POWER TRIP.
Rockruff shut his eyes, desperate to tune it out. There. Smell didn't lie: he knew where the enemy was. Collecting all his energy, he fired a beam from his nose towards the source and was rewarded with a screech of pain from the Rookidee. He opened his eyes, quickly. Had he shot it out of the air?
Indeed he had: and Respiro was still on it.
Back in the temple, Watchog worked fast. Something else. Something else! It picked up an ancient vase and saw carved runes glow on its pedestal. Rockruff's rocky collar suddenly doubled in side as its defense was boosted, giving it arm-length spires of stone. It immediately toppled over, unable to bear the weight. Not that!
Last try: an empty incense burner. Watchog looked around and saw a bundle of incense: it seized it in white paws and filled the burner. It glowed as it activated, and this time Watchog knew it had worked. It scampered to the window to see outside, just in time to see Respiro stand up on top of the falling Rookidee, crouch down, then shoot off its back towards the stairs with a mighty double jet-kick.
It seemed his Attack had finally boosted.
Rookidee fell into the misty valley below, eyes closing in surrender. Respiro and his Pokemon met at the altar at the top of the Ruined Sky Temple and celebrated, for today they had been victorious!
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Post by Respiro on Oct 22, 2024 22:37:37 GMT 9
A reply came!
Respiro cocked his head to the side. The reply was not in Spanish— it was something closer to his home language of Catalan. He could understand it! (This time, at least).
So she was coming! He was almost gleeful enough to stand up on top of Dodrio and do a celebratory backflip, but thought better of it.
He didn't have to wait long before he heard barking in the distance and he saw the familiar pink head crest one of the nearby hills. Respiro waved her over eagerly, then pointed at the Tauros herd.
A quest prompt! appeared as soon as she drew near. These Tauros have jumped the pasture! Herd them back home to the location marked on your minimap, it said, or the effective translation depending on Torino's language settings. While most people and NPCs spoke English in the game, the user's HUD was in the language of their choice.
Respiro eyed Torino's dog, and then his own. He was not sure, but he thought two dogs might be better than one. A pincer maneuver?
"Maybe I should use a move!" panted Respiro's Rockruff. His curly tail wagged. "What do you think? Stealth Rock? Something stealthy? Or maybe Howl! Or Roar!"
The rock-type seemed to like the last idea the best. Glancing at Respiro for confirmation (¿) the dog opened his mouth and barked as loud as he could. "ARRARRARRARR!!!"
That got the Tauros moving. Respiro didn't think they could move that fast— they were all a hundred feet away and lumbering from a trot into a run. But wait! Was it even the right direction?
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