Get up, sneered Shannon to Shannon in a blackened head of thoughts. You're a disgrace. No-one lies down when their compatriots need them. Only filth does that. Oh, they'll lift you up, there'll be comfort, and you won't deserve a trickle of the sympathy you get. Do you hear the seconds? They're counting by and you've yet to earn anything. Isn't that the story of a disappointing life? The inability to evade his own emotion was the strength of self-criticism, destructive, irrational or otherwise. Leave me be, I don't want to hear it, not now, go away, I'm tired, I need to recover, I can't help anyone now- No, you can't, of course not. You never can- Please go away, I'm sorry, just stop- Stop whining GET UP no stop it UP please stop GET UP
Hatred overcame fear. There was a second of delusion between wakefulness and sleep when thoughts felt real enough to hear, but a patient brain dispelled the haze of irrational accusations and Shannon's reflexes twisted him to a furious upright stance. For all his emotional stress, the Amaura's body was as yet unharmed. A vast green figure was visible again, its outline marked by long spikes. Shannon made to exhale a flurry of ice crystals, but slowed when he registered the presence of Team Scarab crowding the Tyranitar, halted when the tail became visible. ...Nothing's moving. Back is turned, yet they're not fighting... Shouting, running, nothing. Was it finished? How much time had it taken to subdue the behemoth when the Team had been trying so hard to as much as scratch its armour? A chain of thought rematerialised and wrapped itself around Shannon's head, conscious or not. He flared at the concept of being useless for so long, for something of this magnitude.
Lowering himself to a sulky prowl of his own, Shannon approached the team again. The Tyranitar was still charged with electricity, to whatever degree, and bruised, but conscious. A Mawile- Recognisable? -was also in view. There was a discussion, and Shannon fell without much resistance into the conclusion that there were bargains being made. For passage, or lives? Ransom? What is this? What explorers are they talking of?
"How long have I been out of it? And who are these two Pokemon? " Shannon hissed, guarded.
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If you're not trying to romance the Pokemon, what's the fucking point?
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Can't help but read 'woah' as a regular 'wuh', but 'whoa' as a deep, masculine 'HOO-AH!'
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That's patently untrue. I planted some potassium the other day, and no matter how much I watered it, all I got was explosions.
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Lugia said Okay...so, IC coming up?
I can post tonight, although I think we might be waiting for someone.
I'm surprised that no-one's capitalised on the boss's paralysis yet.
Lugia said Well, they also have a move based on the practices of a corrupt samurai during which they would test their swords on random commoners, and aim to kill.Ever hear of Night Slash, AKA: Crossroads Killing? Child-friendly, he says...
I know the Night Slash backstory; It's not like there's only one or two surprisingly dark things in Pokemon. The sudden contrast of those things is odd, though, between feeding your beloved Lucario cupcakes one minute and telling it to traumatise some passerby's Fletchling in the next.
And there's my catch-up. Only the last paragraph or two is really relevant, it's basically Shannon paralysing the Tyranitar then being flinched by Dark Pulse. Don't worry, it's a spread move in Mystery Dungeon, you'll all get affected too, just not as badly. (◉‿◉✿)
Sometimes I'm surprised Game Freak chose to make a move with such implications, considering their child-friendliness; You're forcing emotional trauma onto your opponent to inflict mental damage. Appropriate for the type, but a little unexpected.
Sometimes I'm surprised Game Freak chose to make a move with such implications, considering their child-friendliness; You're forcing emotional trauma onto your opponent to inflict mental damage. Appropriate for the type, but a little unexpected.
The last guess to arrive at the trio of earthy Pokémon around their camp, Shannon found himself also the most eager. This team was professional, and it was in operation. It was a learning opportunity to which Shannon was assigning mental notes with haste. Extras. They're carrying supplies in excess- For wanderers, likely. Or did they collect that here? All these Pokémon must have a food source... And water? Waterbags, they're with the rest of the supplies. Very practical. ...Nothing useful in this bag, I- Oh, no, it's glowing. Crammed full of crystals, ha. Put your mind where the money is, of course. With all these wilders, mining this place is hardly feasible. Or moral. Shannon raised his head towards the rest of Team Scarab. Sufficiently restocked, their footsteps were growing quiet and stealthy again as the protective ring of firelight was crossed. He did not intend to be left behiah no wait who is this?
One of the triplicate mole's faces had been sitting still behind the shade of the larger heads, facing the frost-gilded newbie as he poked around the bags. Sitting still until he started nosing around the loot sack. The Dugtrio vanished. The Dugtrio reappeared. The Amaura caught glimpse of the Explorer who had not been there, but was now. To her inner satisfaction, Shannon jumped. "Don't poke your head too far into Team Rabbit Hole. Go scurry along with your buddies, sparkly, they're getting the head start." The dinosaur dipped his head for a moment. The bow's apology was accepted. "Certainly. I'll do that. Question, however." She didn't twitch, but Shannon didn't assume stillness was an objection in this case. "Your fire, how is it fueled? No tree nor branch nor leaf grows here."
"...Blast seeds and any flammable trash. Food scraps. Useless items. Organics." Shannon lingered, but the Dugtrio was silent again, and he was not one to outstay a generous welcome. "Then thanks and best of luck." The Dugtrio vanished into the ground again, and he set off after companions already several seconds ahead. The adrenaline-induced grin attempted to return, but this time Shannon's face didn't support it. This stretch of cave was emptier. There were lurkers, but little traffic, and the Geodude horde was blissfully absent. But... It's more menacing for that. Every footstep made a subtle echo here, every breath whispered that there was no-one to help you. The extra ground could be easily covered in theory, but Shannon was averse to challenging the unsettling silence. ...The silence. It's growing. Whatever keeps the hordes out in here, it's...
A motionless body and a far wall was the only cover Shannon had when the Tyranitar's footsteps became audible. He went unnoticed. The colossus thudded past on all fours, following Team Scarab's trail, and following as quietly as such a massive body would permit. There was murderous intent in that lopsided four-legged prowl, but Shannon was too stunned to pray to his gods.
...I'm cut off. The lord of this cave was between him and his team. Trailing the Tyranitar closely was suicidal. The tail alone looked able to swat Shannon aside. Waiting until it was gone would leave Team Scarab to encounter the beast without their adopted fifth member. Dance, Carrol, dance, thought Shannon giddily, but he danced- Somewhere just beyond the Tyranitar's awareness was a space balanced haphazardly between discovery and delay. A heartrate soared and stopped again- This Amaura wasn't the only follower. A Sableye was nearby, and yet another Mawile, all three trailing around the wake of the Tyranitar. Shannon backed off. ...Folly to storm ahead, folly to risk engaging another Mawile. Oh god of song, help them, please. I'll be too late. Shannon gently incised his foot on a quartz shard and let a drop of blood flow for a hopeless prayer. Seconds ticked past.
The Sableye vanished somewhere. The Mawile followed, chasing a fragment of flying stone. There was rushing wind and water and voice. Fear for others broke fear for himself, and Shannon stormed into the room, trailing auroras of blood and heliotropes that hummed with electricity. He skidded and broke his gallop short of colliding with the Tyranitar, but the glowing streams of ions continued forwards, spiralling over the colossus's armour and dissolving into its body.
There was surprise mingled with the fury of the ensuing bellow- "You cheeky shit!" Shannon attempted to escape the swinging tail he expected, but the beast was not so predictable. A pulse of malicious aura flowed outwards, filling the chamber. The burst of malice focused its worst into the Amaura's body, flooding his brain with terror, shame, regret, loathing. He colllapsed into horror and shock, crying like a hatchling.
Bitches need to learn their god-damned place, the Tyranitar mused as his tail gave a useless spasm.
One of the triplicate mole's faces had been sitting still behind the shade of the larger heads, facing the frost-gilded newbie as he poked around the bags. Sitting still until he started nosing around the loot sack. The Dugtrio vanished. The Dugtrio reappeared. The Amaura caught glimpse of the Explorer who had not been there, but was now. To her inner satisfaction, Shannon jumped. "Don't poke your head too far into Team Rabbit Hole. Go scurry along with your buddies, sparkly, they're getting the head start." The dinosaur dipped his head for a moment. The bow's apology was accepted. "Certainly. I'll do that. Question, however." She didn't twitch, but Shannon didn't assume stillness was an objection in this case. "Your fire, how is it fueled? No tree nor branch nor leaf grows here."
"...Blast seeds and any flammable trash. Food scraps. Useless items. Organics." Shannon lingered, but the Dugtrio was silent again, and he was not one to outstay a generous welcome. "Then thanks and best of luck." The Dugtrio vanished into the ground again, and he set off after companions already several seconds ahead. The adrenaline-induced grin attempted to return, but this time Shannon's face didn't support it. This stretch of cave was emptier. There were lurkers, but little traffic, and the Geodude horde was blissfully absent. But... It's more menacing for that. Every footstep made a subtle echo here, every breath whispered that there was no-one to help you. The extra ground could be easily covered in theory, but Shannon was averse to challenging the unsettling silence. ...The silence. It's growing. Whatever keeps the hordes out in here, it's...
A motionless body and a far wall was the only cover Shannon had when the Tyranitar's footsteps became audible. He went unnoticed. The colossus thudded past on all fours, following Team Scarab's trail, and following as quietly as such a massive body would permit. There was murderous intent in that lopsided four-legged prowl, but Shannon was too stunned to pray to his gods.
...I'm cut off. The lord of this cave was between him and his team. Trailing the Tyranitar closely was suicidal. The tail alone looked able to swat Shannon aside. Waiting until it was gone would leave Team Scarab to encounter the beast without their adopted fifth member. Dance, Carrol, dance, thought Shannon giddily, but he danced- Somewhere just beyond the Tyranitar's awareness was a space balanced haphazardly between discovery and delay. A heartrate soared and stopped again- This Amaura wasn't the only follower. A Sableye was nearby, and yet another Mawile, all three trailing around the wake of the Tyranitar. Shannon backed off. ...Folly to storm ahead, folly to risk engaging another Mawile. Oh god of song, help them, please. I'll be too late. Shannon gently incised his foot on a quartz shard and let a drop of blood flow for a hopeless prayer. Seconds ticked past.
The Sableye vanished somewhere. The Mawile followed, chasing a fragment of flying stone. There was rushing wind and water and voice. Fear for others broke fear for himself, and Shannon stormed into the room, trailing auroras of blood and heliotropes that hummed with electricity. He skidded and broke his gallop short of colliding with the Tyranitar, but the glowing streams of ions continued forwards, spiralling over the colossus's armour and dissolving into its body.
There was surprise mingled with the fury of the ensuing bellow- "You cheeky shit!" Shannon attempted to escape the swinging tail he expected, but the beast was not so predictable. A pulse of malicious aura flowed outwards, filling the chamber. The burst of malice focused its worst into the Amaura's body, flooding his brain with terror, shame, regret, loathing. He colllapsed into horror and shock, crying like a hatchling.
Bitches need to learn their god-damned place, the Tyranitar mused as his tail gave a useless spasm.
Ridlins said Wherever Shannon was, they needed him.
y u guilt-trippin lil shit
I'll give him an appropriate excuse for his absence.
YOU'R-E FR-E-E-E-E-E-E---------------E!
In other words my weeklong delayed post comes today.
Lugia said
Okay then, Kabling. Also, don't you think that Tyranitar deserves the dragon type more than, say, Altaria?
I'd put in a post about how Pokemon defines its own types not necessarily based on the commonly accepted meaning of the type name but it's six in the morning
Also unconventional dragon designs are wonderful, I love Altaria.
And on yet another note, the last assignment and test for a while is today.
Shy said Alpha Saphire and Omega Ruby? What? I don't get it.
I know you're pointing out the remake name additions, but Alpha and Omega don't seem much more arbitrary than the original names for a bunch of the Pokemon games, to me.
I'm not really sure what I'm saying with this, but Pokemon has a history of oddly selected names. Alpha and Omega aren't too bad by comparison. They certainly stick to the sixth-generation theme of letters, at least.
While we're at it I think Obsidian and Pearl could've been much better names for the third-gen games.
Ace of Spades said Is it just me, or do those look less impressive than the scene for Yveltal and Xerneas?
Sure hope their initial awakening is more spectacular. I'm assuming these are just the scenes when they escape and begin their initial catastrophic nature-warping.
Maybe they're customised entry animations for when you encounter them in battle, though that would be a first.
Dilemma:
I cannot post all week this week, having missed the slim chance of Sunday.
I need to post with Shannon getting sidetracked/injured/killed so that he's not post-relevant for the coming week when I am gone.
Mhm. It shouldn't be too hard to keep roleplaying without Shannon until you hit the Tyranitar battle or some other major event, hopefully.
I cannot post all week this week, having missed the slim chance of Sunday.
I need to post with Shannon getting sidetracked/injured/killed so that he's not post-relevant for the coming week when I am gone.
Mhm. It shouldn't be too hard to keep roleplaying without Shannon until you hit the Tyranitar battle or some other major event, hopefully.
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