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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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According to the IRC, I'm a low-grade troll. They're probably not wrong.
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But yeah, the Primordial Spark is scary OP yet somehow canon. It will be interesting to see how other people deal with it.
Jvan will be fine, she has a little signpost nailed to her that says 'no shoot pls this is a not-shooty place k thx bye'
Vakarlon and Mammon have already made tunnels of various sorts, so you can adopt those.
The Submaterium labyrinth is confirmed to be spacially anomalous, at that. You can get from the Galbar tunnels to the Mirus tunnels by walking.
Just... Don't get eaten by demons or kidnapped by Heartworm, is the thing.
1. Have Vestec collect some of Kyre's remains and Sword.
I think Conata has a preliminary claim on the sword bits. Mallet can wear his skull or something though.
5. Have Vestec add his last little bits to the showdown that has been broiling for five hundred years in Amestris.
*Tauga offers him a cigarette*
8. Have the Cursed start making a kingdom somewhere super inhospitable (any ideas? I'm leaning towards the bottom of the ocean or the middle of the desert.)
STICK THEM IN THE BOTTOM OF THE FRACTAL SEA.
for. uh. reasons.
15. Have Vestec turn that tunnel he made through the middle of the earth when Jvan bitch slapped him for no reason at all into an actually super useful tunnel system.
As I recall, there specifically wasn't a tunnel because Vestec clipped through the ground so as not to blow up the planet, but I'm cool with this.
You know what? I would be willing to agree that some kind of insidie are on those islands. They need to be *somewhere* after all.
Wait, aren't Voren the edgy thrill-junkies?
*lights blunt*
*stares into the distance*
You could say that.
I think we can compromise on this issue by establishing that islands 4 and 5 are actually populated exclusively by Voren.
NYUHUHUHUHUHUHUHU
@Muttonhawk Deliberately left vague, possibly both. Xanchaladan seems to be human, so I'll probably leave the Tlaca to be mostly hain to balance things out, especially since there's a nice line you can draw that separates islands four and five from one and two (three being a no-go for either).
@Muttonhawk Deliberately left vague, possibly both. Xanchaladan seems to be human, so I'll probably leave the Tlaca to be mostly hain to balance things out, especially since there's a nice line you can draw that separates islands four and five from one and two (three being a no-go for either).
Also, map of the Metatic archipelago.
1 is Xanchaladan, where Diana is having adventures. 3 is Axotal, 4 is Ihuian and 5 is Xiloxoch. Loki and I haven't figured out a name for 2 yet, I think. Those lines cross through isthmuses but they're still there.
1 is Xanchaladan, where Diana is having adventures. 3 is Axotal, 4 is Ihuian and 5 is Xiloxoch. Loki and I haven't figured out a name for 2 yet, I think. Those lines cross through isthmuses but they're still there.
Xerxian refugee post up! It's refreshingly short, by my standards.
read it and weep, babe
@Antarctic Termite I was about to call an intervention on you for such a fast IC post.
read it and weep, babe
The people of Axotal learned quickly from their surroundings, and marshalled themselves into order.
From the pith and heads of the fern trees did they harvest their first meal from the island, and with its bamboo pitched tents made of sailcloth. From the trunk of the aloe they made quivers, and with its juice they made salves.
The broken ships they took apart and made granaries of, and they learned to harvest radiates from the coral. The fossa and the falanouc they tamed, and they bred codies that were good fishers. No Ironheart bronze lay within this mountain, but a club edged with shark teeth would suffice for most things, and of obsidian there was plenty.
Heartworm did not abandon them, though it was not often present. They were taught how to close old sores with Mason's flesh, such that they would not reopen, and how to craft masks with ballooning vessels at the sides, that might store a second breath for them to dive. Tree resin and arksynth mixed with just a little powdered crinoid made a powerful adhesive for them to repair their tools, and when a rockfall claimed the life of a fleshsmith, his climbing partner discovered that the residue on their hands had mutated into something that clung like gecko toes.
They learned that there were five great islands in the Metatic, and many hundreds of smaller ones. They knew this for they came to meet with the Tlaca, who were denizens of the southernmost isles, and a monk with no eyes translated for them.
They learned that Axotal had been cursed for many years, such that no man could set foot there. Its plants were strange, they said, and its animals wailed in the night. Its corals were sharp like glass, and sea serpents had lately been seen in its waters.
The Tlaca of Ihuian the Tranquil and Xiloxoch the Weathered were glad to see that the curse had lifted, but would not set foot on Axotal the Cursed without a Xerxian at their side. Nor would they venture north to Xanchaladan, the great island, for its people were warlike, and hardened by suffering.
But, thought an older yet stronger Erjang, as she watched Oyur knot together a serpent-saddle in Heartworm's shadow, they are not the only ones.
Oyur finished her saddle and waded into the reef. She lowered her gasp-mask and slipped into the waves. From the shore, Erjang could just about see the Blowfly's likeness on her face.
From the pith and heads of the fern trees did they harvest their first meal from the island, and with its bamboo pitched tents made of sailcloth. From the trunk of the aloe they made quivers, and with its juice they made salves.
The broken ships they took apart and made granaries of, and they learned to harvest radiates from the coral. The fossa and the falanouc they tamed, and they bred codies that were good fishers. No Ironheart bronze lay within this mountain, but a club edged with shark teeth would suffice for most things, and of obsidian there was plenty.
Heartworm did not abandon them, though it was not often present. They were taught how to close old sores with Mason's flesh, such that they would not reopen, and how to craft masks with ballooning vessels at the sides, that might store a second breath for them to dive. Tree resin and arksynth mixed with just a little powdered crinoid made a powerful adhesive for them to repair their tools, and when a rockfall claimed the life of a fleshsmith, his climbing partner discovered that the residue on their hands had mutated into something that clung like gecko toes.
They learned that there were five great islands in the Metatic, and many hundreds of smaller ones. They knew this for they came to meet with the Tlaca, who were denizens of the southernmost isles, and a monk with no eyes translated for them.
They learned that Axotal had been cursed for many years, such that no man could set foot there. Its plants were strange, they said, and its animals wailed in the night. Its corals were sharp like glass, and sea serpents had lately been seen in its waters.
The Tlaca of Ihuian the Tranquil and Xiloxoch the Weathered were glad to see that the curse had lifted, but would not set foot on Axotal the Cursed without a Xerxian at their side. Nor would they venture north to Xanchaladan, the great island, for its people were warlike, and hardened by suffering.
But, thought an older yet stronger Erjang, as she watched Oyur knot together a serpent-saddle in Heartworm's shadow, they are not the only ones.
Oyur finished her saddle and waded into the reef. She lowered her gasp-mask and slipped into the waves. From the shore, Erjang could just about see the Blowfly's likeness on her face.
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